I’ve been having a few consistently niggly issues with my overall digestive system over the last while, nothing drastic but concerning enough to warrant a trip to my GP last week (just incase) to have things checked out. We have a family history of bowel problems, so better safe than sorry.
Anyway, the upshot of that GP visit is that I’ve got to have my bloods taken, wait for an ultrasound appointment, and as a bit of a belt-and-braces approach I’ve also been referred to the Gastroenterology clinic at our local hospital for a potential colonoscopy to investigate further. Hmmm…
I must admit having a camera up my bum has never been high on my bucket list of desired life experiences, but what the hell – a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Of course it might yet not come to pass (no pun intended) depending on what the consultant decides, but I must admit to feeling more than a little consternation at the prospect.
Still, my health is important and needs must, even if this particular problem does feel more than a little bit difficult to digest… But as ever I feel eternally grateful for our wonderful National Health Service, which means I may have the short-term worry of waiting a while for an initial consultation appointment, but not the long-term worry of how to pay for it all.