The GP was almost certain that the cellulitis had gone, but was concerned about swelling in the leg. She sent me into the hospital as she thought it may need a scan. I got there @ 12.30, left at @ 6.30. No scan. There was one doctor working and a lot of people waiting.
It probably isn't a clot. There is something wrong, and I am in pain, but I have no idea. I don't have the emotional resources to go back to the GP. The doctor at the hospital rattled through at such speed. It isn't urgent, but I don't know what to think.
DH missed out on going out to see his friend. He also had to leave work, collect bear and take bear back to work with him. Bear had an awesome time and did some filing, but even so. I can't believe the trouble I've caused.
I still need to move the tumble dryer. I am on the floor as it is. I will just have to manage somehow.
I feel like I am at the bottom of a deep pit. So I am going to go away, sort the tumble dryer and go to bed. Things will look better tomorrow.