The bad news for this last week is that Roy's cough is back with a vengeance. I suppose the main reason is that he was not prepared to rest, went to the pub, to lunch with the boys and finally to David's 70th birthday party. The last one must have been the final push for him to go down with it again, or catch a new one altogether. I am really worried now, as this one could be a bacterial one giving him pneumonia. I got him a much better cough mixture, than last time and that seems to help, but he is by no means out of danger. The above is, of course, puts a real downer on everything. I have now decided that unless a see real improvement within a few days, he will get dragged to a doctor. I think it is about time he had some antibiotics, whether it is bacterial or not.
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In the meantime, I made a visit to my gastroenterologist and he came up with a set of very good news. Apparently, after 75 they no longer do gastroscopies and colonoscopies, unless it is absolutely necessary. Yippeeee!!!! It is a real torture on several levels, both medically and financially, so I was happy. He prescribed a very narrow spectrum antibiotics to me, which only affects the gut, so that the nasty bacteria, that caused the bloating, gas and occasionally even pain, could be dealt with. I must admit, this is only the 4th day I am taking it and all of that has either disappeared or got reduced to a barely noticeable state.
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| Dr. Demeter, my gastroenterologist |
I had to ring Dr. Lakos, to check if these antibiotics are OK with my Lyme's disease treatment, and thankfully it is. In the earlier part of last week, when Roy was still OK, we went out to shop a couple of times and he went to have lunch with the boys, which really cheered him up. Especially that Colin wasn't there, and the chat was fun. I didn't go with him this time, because I had a lot of admin to do and some of it was done with much more success with him out of the way.
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I finally managed to sort out the payment of my tax to HMRC, but not until after yet another seriously frustrating hassle. We decided it was time to ring them, but unlike 7 months ago, when I got through very easily and a nice lady on the other end gave me the code I needed, this time there was no option for pressing a button for speaking to a person. An automatic voice asked me to describe what my problem is, and first it refused to deal with it, as it was too long. Once I reduced it to a few words, it assumed that I want to know about what this or that is, rather than have a problem I need a person for.
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| The much celebrated birthday boy |
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| Roy and Judit having a good time |
Just before I arrived at a full blown nervous breakdown, Roy calmed me down and I used the website again to read through all the analysis and other stuff to see if I missed anything. I must have, because the page I ended up on offered several other ways of paying, one of which, thank goodness, didn't need that bloody security code that I didn't have. I could not believe my eyes, not to mention the fact that the money payable ended up a lot less, than the £612 I saw the first time. I suppose I didn't scroll down to the bottom, where they deducted what I have been paying in instalments since March, so I quickly paid my remainder, which was £268.87, with my credit card. Phewww!!!, that was a god awful hassle. I almost wish the interest rates on our Building Society savings dropped to the basement, like they did for years until a few years ago, so that I do not have to go through this every year. Another interesting development, (keep your fingers crossed that it stays like it!) was that Roy did not get a demand, like he did in March. I don't know why, but I am not complaining. Let us hope they will have forgotten him completely and forever.
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| The five birthday cakes |
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| Muggins with a silly hat on |
The main event of the last week was David's 70th birthday party, which while it was the most likely source of Roy's relapse into evil coughing again, was still an amazing shindig, where we had a good time with a lot of our lovely friends, and, of course, David and Ági. There was the usual Scottish dancing, lots of lovely cold food, champagne and 5 fantastic cakes. We stayed until gone 10 pm, which was also foolish, but we were having such a good time, that we didn't think of the dangers.
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| David with his groupies |
Since then, I am trying to look after him the best I can and hope that I can rustle up some antibiotics for him from somewhere soon. The next "event" this week comes on Thursday, when we are having a central heating engineer come and service the boiler. I think it was 2011 when we last had that boiler serviced, so it was about time. On Saturday, I am supposed to lead a geocaching hike in the Visegrád Mountains, but that is still depending on whether Roy has shown enough improvement so that I could leave him alone. Next post on next Wednesday, I think, by which time we should be home in Bér.
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