Naa

British Blippers won’t recognise today’s events.

I needed to see my GP, phoned the surgery at 8.40am, spoke to a receptionist, secured an appointment for 3pm when I saw him, he treated me and I left. Done and dusted in little over six hours.

Hooray for NZ / Oamaru health services.

The reason for the consultation was a septic finger. It was relatively minor, but revolting. I have a photo of it, but I am resisting adding it as an extra in case anybody is eating. A thorn or skelf must have caused it.

My lovely GP looked at it with enthusiasm, cleaned it with ‘yellow water’ aka iodine and lanced, then squished it. All sorted. He wrapped it up in a naa and sent me off to the pharmacy to pick up antibiotics.

When I was four I came home from Kindy one afternoon waving a plastered finger which Hugo had bitten in a dispute over access to the Wendy House, and I very importantly told Mum “Mrs Pearson calls naa’s PLAAAAASTERS”. I’ve no idea why we called them naa’s, but they remain so in my head to this day.

Bean has been practising her nursing skills.