In Between Days

I sometimes wonder if those of you that read my blog on a regular basis, believe half of what I write. Reading it back myself, even though I know it's true, some entries sound far fetched... 

Today is one of those days. I had a letter from the hospital saying that I had cancelled my last two appointments at the lipids clinic so they were referring me back to the surgery. 

One, THEY cancelled the first appointment due to the nurses strike, TWO, I was advised by the clinic not to attend as I had a stomach bug... Grrr... I of course rang the doctors, who bless them were OK with it and amended my notes accordingly. Upshot is I now have to donate a bit more of the red sticky stuff at the surgery. Then they'll be able to see if the pills I'm taking are having the right effect. Then

They will decide if the dosage can come down or not. 

This was the unbelievable bit, I was talking to the head nurse at the surgery right? In order to make a blood test appointment I had to put the phone down, ring the surgery again ( join the queue again!) To book the appointment!

Which I did, the receptionist couldn't make me an appointment as the head nurse had my notes, would I hold while she went and fetched them? Lol... was it below the head nurses pay grade to book me an appointment? Unbelievable...

We had lunch out in Bridgeford with Charlotte at Cafe Nero. It was very warm but stormy looking, still waiting for it to happen. 

On the way back the bus driver was again the one we call Richard, and, once again he started to make jokes about me not carrying any bags. Well it was one time too many for Kev, who said basically if you haven't got anything nice to say say nothing. The bus driver said he was only kidding and Charlotte told him to find something funny.

The thing is,  I feel awful enough that I can't manage to help Kev carry the bags when we shop. I struggle to carry myself, keeping my balance is why I now use my stick. While it might only seem a harmless bit of fun to say Kev is a pack horse, it makes me feel worse than I already do. 

So finally after many months I've made a formal complaint to Trent Barton. I've just asked them to have a quiet word with him, not to say anything anymore. I'm not a natural complainer, but today was the straw that broke the camels back.