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But it's only thing I have been able to think about for the last two days. Wednesday, and I woke up with the most incredible pain in my left cheek, running the whole side of my head. Painkillers had little effect. Couldn't sleep, couldn't talk (hubby thought that was quite cool), couldn't think. Worse, I couldn't read.  Even day-time television became to seem quite appealing. No sleep on Wednesday night and even more pain on Thursday. Deep, constant, acute pain, all day. So finally resolved to get a doctor's appointment, and was pleasantly surprised to get an appointment for late afternoon. Lovely, sympathic doctor and quick prescription for antibiotics and painkillers and three hours later I'm pain free again. Such heaven.

It makes me very grateful for the NHS - the fact that I can call on a doctor's services whenever I need to without having to think about the cost. (OK, so the prescription cost me £13.00, but such a small price for pain relief).  But it makes me think even more about those who live with pain constantly with little chance of relief.  I know how dreadful I've been to those around me for the last two days. Not that I meant to snap or be snippy, but I just couldn't help it.  All credit to those who manage the whole thing much better than I ever could.