Heigh Ho (with an accent on the Ho)

[muninnhuginn]

(To explain, the notion that some of Shakespeare's comedies, Twelfth Night's probably the best example, are not entirely comedic and, indeed do not, for all characters, have a "happy ending" can be neatly summarised in the two words heigh and ho. Not my idea, but I've always rather liked it.)

So, on the "heigh" side:

• the blood tests done three months ago show nothing at all unusual
  
• I have different second line pain killers that shouldn't leave me in a state of calmly plotting murder when I stop taking them
  
• we're not trying any extra drugs, say the anti-malarials, yet

On the "ho" side:

• the blood tests done three months ago show nothing at all unusual, so we still don't know what's wrong
  
• I have different second line pain killers and I really seem to need them more and more
  
• we're not trying any extra drugs, say the anti-malarials, yet: the rheumatologist seems to be waiting for something to get worse first

And the lets-sample-every-possible-out-patient-clinic saga continues. I go back to the rheumatologist in six months ("unless things get worse before then" he said), am still waiting for the ophthamologist's appointment to come up (six month waiting time) and now have to a the dermatologist too.

Ho hum. It's all such a nuisance, both the symptoms and the rapidly multiplying visits to out patients.