In fact he made me very happy. No not that – after all, I am 75!
Some of you may remember a very grumpy six word Saturday post I made some weeks ago called Cough, Cough, Cough. That cough has been driving me up the wall and depriving me of sleep ever since I came home from hospital at the beginning of December. Yesterday, feeling completely wiped out, I made an appointment with the GP for today.
I took with me the notices from all the new medicines that were prescribed when I left the hospital. Explaining to him that I had had no cold, no fever, and that last time I saw him he had listened to my chest and found nothing untoward. Smiling broadly, he reached across the desk and twitched one of the notices from my hand. There’s the culprit, he said, explaining that he had had many patients react to that anti-hypertensive drug with a persistent cough. (Why is it still on the market, I wonder). He would prescribe something else, and after a few days without the offending Rampril, my cough would disappear. I almost skipped out of the surgery,.
Next, I went to the village pharmacy, brandishing the new prescription, and told the friendly pharmacist what had happened. Oh yes, she said, that does happen to a lot of patients.
Why in heaven’s name did she not say that a month ago when I tried to buy some cough mixture but couldn’t because there’s a lot of salt in cough mixtures and I am on a no salt diet. She has filled every prescription since day one, and knows exactly what I’m taking.
Anyway, I’m still coughing, but very happy to know why and to be doing something about it. . Tillybud emailed me to know why I hadn’t posted today, so now you know!