im not angry, annoyed, mystified, astonished, nope not me. by now i should be used to the workings of the nhs. i went on wednesday to my appointment with the consultant, had nearly an hours wait, although i must say two lovely nurses took care of me. i was more of an exhibit to them though, the sister had only seen one p.o.t.s patient and she wanted to quiz me over the symptoms, which i didnt mind. she took my bp, and pulse, laying, standing for a minute then for three mintues. and my body played up as usual, no surprises there.
another consultant saw me, fine, but, a big but, never had the paperwork from kings college. so no outcome. no telling me what was wrong, no mri results, no eye results, nothing. then the consultant that dealt with me in may came in, a jolly man asked how i was, had i dyed my hair(? no i havent), i asked what could be done and he said without the notes, he would up the fludrocortisone, that should allow me to stand a little longer. another appointment was made for mid-december. im beyond caring anymore. (slightly dramatic). also i have to phone kings to get the papers faxed to the kent hospital.
whilst sitting in the diddy waiting room, i was surrounded by older people. you would think that they would bloody know better. coughing all over the place. please place your hand over your gob. ive came away with a lovely cold. im praying that it isnt flu, i keep telling myself over that it isnt. im living on soluble panadol now, gargling lovely songs.
things will pick up im sure. they have too.