Perversely enough my foot feels fine today.
Not the first time it's happened either: For weeks when I was at school I had a big verucca on the ball of my foot. The day I was due to go to the Docs to get it burn or frozen or cut or something, it fell off. No shit. There I was, getting my sock on and it fell into the palm of my hand!
Anyway, I walked down to the Docs with Bethan in tow (OK in her chair) and explained the situation. He set me up with another set of Dexketoprofen tabs, which work bloody well, and sent me on my way. He said that if I noticed I was running low, I should come in and get some more. Result!
So, that's me sorted. Thank god for that.
