Further intense discomfort with my rash but new pills were prescribed with new hope. Seeing Linda Richardson and her daughter (and my god-daughter) Emma Nagle in the restaurant. Some time to work with Sally on the by-election campaign
Yet another terrible night so that I was really desperate by this morning as to what to do.
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I wanted to call a doctor on an emergency basis but Di felt we should wait and so we fell out about it which was a pity. I just could not stand the thought of another day of itching agony and night of sleeplessness.
The spots are now small pimples, leaking pus with the countless tops turning white and hard. There were literally thousands of them on my trunk, tummy, back, arms and legs but specifically not on my hands, feet or face.
Di's attempt at getting an out-of-hours appointment was met with hostility but we drove down to stand outside the surgery before it opened at 9.00am and were able to wait and be seen within half an hour by the same Dr Thomas that saw me originally.
He could see my distress and the state of my skin and so altered the treatment to a different type of antihistamine and penicillin antibiotic that could both be taken together.
This then covered the situation of both allergy and infection being involved. The new medicines having been collected from the chemist opposite, we opted to drive on to Cambridge as first intended where we still had time to meet Di's parents for morning coffee and a chat.
I was tired and itchy whilst there but we were glad to get out anyway. I bought a good introductory book to the preview version of Windows 95 in Heffers' and read some of it on the way home.
We stopped for a Little Chef lunch of Open Chicken sandwich and were surprised to see Linda Richardson and her daughter (and my god-daughter) Emma Nagle in the restaurant on the way back where they had just returned from spending the Marks & Spencer voucher we had bought Emma for her birthday.
Calls to my campaign colleagues and then a visit over to Sally to set up and print out canvassing and delivery lists for the Tory squeeze letters. I called Wiggly earlier and she was a bit more favourably disposed towards me but still a bit grumpy.
At least her worst fears were not realised and her Psion had not lost its memory after the main batteries ran out. I will find it increasingly difficult to keep two women happy though and will have to choose between them at some point.
A rush to get the Tory Squeeze letters printed off by Clover and back to Sally's and then home to tea. The evening catching up on my computer and updating this last few days journal.