13th June

This is my first entry onto my new blog so bear with me while I get used to it!

Have you ever sat in your local GP and wondered why everyone that went in before you seemed to take an age but when it came to your turn you only got two minutes and in that time the doctor spent most of the time tapping away on their computer or just staring at an object on the wall behind you, could it possibly be the clock even? Well that is how I felt last year every time I visited mine.

I am one of those women that sailed through life healthily and only visited the doctor every few years for that horrible internal so you can imagine my horror when I started having ‘women problems’, the first major incident happened at a dinner party in London, luckily I was wearing black but unluckily for me it was a dress! I managed to get out of the restaurant without any of my companions noticing but my fellow commuters weren’t so fortunate.

This was to be the first of many incidents, which resulted in numerous visits to my GP and having a coil fitted and being assured that it would all go back to normal if not disappear all together. Well that turned out to be famous last words ….