As I write this, picture an angry face. Also picture someone who’s confused as to whether this blog title makes any sense; I was thinking of “wax on/wax off” Karate Kid style as I wrote it. I think I need more sleep.
I was told last week I’d be having my next surgery, in London, on Friday 23rd August. It has meant a lot of stressing trying to get everything in place. I’d written a ‘ta ta for now’ blog post.
It’s been a pain in the bum trying to organise the pre-op, which I’d hoped to do locally rather than attempt two long trips to London in the same week. Apparently, a hospital in London can’t access my GP records, and nor can my GP email them through without messing it up. I thought the NHS spent billions on a ‘linked up’ system? Clearly it doesn’t work.
I’ve called and emailed to get results and get surgery updates and it’s been like talking to myself. Emails don’t get returned & phones don’t get answered.
I’ve been trying to get my ducks in a row at home, which has worn me down. I had organised transport there, with a 2am bus. I packed my toothbrush and made a note to take a walking stick as crowd control for the way home, to kneecap people who try to push into me as I veer for the tube & train after surgery.
I’ve also increasingly been finding that staying on top of other blogs has been very difficult. I can spend hours every day trying to read, like and comment, and yet I never quite catch up. I’ve been falling behind on my own blog, and getting nowhere in other things away from my laptop either. I’m still not sure how to resolve this, because I genuinely care about how other bloggers are doing & want to support them/you all; I feel anxious & guilty if I don’t, but it’s becoming unmanageable. Anyone else experience similar?
And then what happens? I just get a call to say the surgery has been cancelled & rearranged for a few weeks’ time. Not enough staff to run the theatre apparently. Something about not having an anaesthetist. I said I’ll have it done wide awake, just please don’t cancel it!
It was originally supposed to be April 15th, then in June, then August 23rd, and now September 10. Maybe it’ll be 4th time lucky?
I’m still very lucky. This was a small investigative procedure, it wasn’t an urgent requirement, and I hadn’t pre-booked expensive travel or accommodation. Also, in trying to find a silver lining, I hear the UK could expect some sunshine over this bank holiday weekend, which is a miracle in itself.
Yes, there are bigger problems in the world and more important things to get stressed about. But it’s okay to find yourself annoyed, frustrated or upset when things go pear-shaped.
The moral of the story? As much as you plan, stress, prepare and desperately try to catch up, there will always be things out of your control that can mess everything up. Second moral of the story? The NHS is amazing, but it can sometimes be as useful as a paperclip for eating ice-cream, and about as reliable as the British weather.
Rant over 😉
How is everyone today? Have you found yourself with the rug pulled form under you when an appointment or operation has been cancelled? Thank you also for the lovely birthday messages recently, I appreciate every single comment. I hope this week is treating you all kindly 😊