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Having given serious consideration to moving doctors after I discovered my GP surgery had shifted in February without anyone actually telling me, I have to admit to a change of mind after actually attending there this morning. While the parking situation is atrocious (and it's almost 2 miles from my house, rather than the 10 minute walk or 3 minute drive of the previous surgery), there's a blood clinic on site so you don't have to troop off to the hospital for tests, which is always a pain in the mik'ta.

Anyway, blood tests duly taken, I'm back there next week for the verdict. My hands don't seem to be worse but they're also not particularly better even on days when I don't go near the computer much, so I expect a course of anti-inflammatory meds is in my future... sadly it seems unlikely Dr. M is going to turn round and ask me if I'd like a few weeks off work. ;)

On a brighter note, I would like to freely admit that I have become addicted to checking the ferret cam...