Well, They said it couldn’t be done!

Mon 9^th July

Olivia;

Hi,

Well, They said it couldn’t be done!

Dr Victoria, who is the best GP you will ever find, is in private practice, just above us in Diana. She is an absolute angel. She has been phoning and phoning for weeks now to get an appointment for Graham to see a top specialist dealing in back pain. After years of paying top money to private consultants, we are now trying to get Graham’s back pain sorted through the "Social Seguridad".

Dr Victoria doesn’t have to do this for us; she’s simply doing it as a favor, because she is a really lovely person.

Well last night with very short notice, she called to say that she had arranged for us to see the top consultant at the pain clinic, Civic Hospital, Malaga and that the long awaited appointment was for 9:30 am today.

Having finishing work at midnight, my clock doesn’t start until 9:30am, let alone drive to Malaga, find a parking space, ha, ha, ha and then find the right place in a massive hospital, all by 9:30 am.

They all said it simply couldn’t be done, what with all the traffic going into Malaga in the morning rush hour, but after moths of waiting, I was determined not to miss this chance to see someone who may well be able to help Graham.

Graham woke up at 6:00 and took all his painkillers and then brought me in a cup of coffee at 7:30. We were both in and out of the shower in 5 min (Why can’t teenagers do that? It puzzles me.) We threw our clothes on; Graham mixed up the food for Sami our Yorkie (A dead fussy eater.) I shot off to get things out to thaw at the restaurant, whilst Graham got the jeep out of the underground garage, by 8:30 we were driving towards Malaga on the E-15 motorway, listening to Arcade Fire.

We paid 5,75 € (Each way.) to use the toll road, but it is really worth it and the only way to get from Estepona to Malaga quickly. We found the hospital, no problems, but there were loads of cars creeping round the car park bumper to bumper, in the vain hope that someone would pull out and a parking space would appear.

I left Graham with the Mitsubishi and went off and found the doctor, he was ready and waiting for us, as Dr Victoria and he are good friends and she’d done a great job on getting him on our side.

I called Graham thinking he had only a cats chance in hell of finding somewhere to park, but he’d taken advantage of having a 4*4 and driven up onto a rough piece of land at I must say (When I saw it later.) a very precarious angle. A mere car would not have been able to do it. It looked as though it had been parked on the side of a house roof.

He got there right on the chime of 9:30. We saw the doctor and were back at the bar by 12:30 and that included stopping at Macro cash and carry by the airport, loading the car up with supplies and having a café con leche as well.

One of us will tell you what the specialist found, as soon as we have it officially.