And it is almost over.
My apologies but it has not been a particularly good day.
I had a dreadful night, getting very little sleep, a combination of a lot of things catching up with me and missing Maggie terribly.
I got up, showered, and had breakfast, then we went for a long walk, through the park, up along the prom and into town. I had several puppy fixes on the way which has helped enormously, and we took some bread to feed the ducks, Geraldine being the first in line.
What was nice today was that everyone gave everyone else space, and the people we spoke to were upbeat and cheerful. This could be something to do with the weather as it was gloriously sunny with just a slight chill for the time of year as there was little, if any, wind.
Lunch today was the final part of our stew, and our neighbour came in this afternoon as she wanted some help with making a payment on-line to the council. We had tea and cakes as we bought a cream scone for her when we were out, I had a flapjack, and Hubby had a gingerbread teddy.
We had another walk round the block, extending it as we have recently, and saw practically no-one. All the Christmas lights have been taken down now and things are back to normal.
This afternoon I got the kit out to make some cards (more on that in a separate post).
Between all this has been another saga between Hubby and our surgery, which has been impossible to contact through the usual channels, and everyone was sent a text message this week saying not to come to the surgery to make routine appointments. The phone line is either engaged or you are put on hold for 30 minutes plus, and Hubby had been waiting for a call back to book an emergency blood test as promised to him yesterday. When he rang the surgery today to chase it, he got a recorded message saying it was Wednesday, and they were closed for training. This is the same message he got yesterday afternoon having heard nothing, when indeed it was Wednesday and not Thursday as it is today.
In desperation, he sent an e-mail, which bounced back undelivered as they have changed it, so he forwarded the whole thing via their website and within an hour we got a phone call. The emergency blood test is set for January 18th (don’t go there), with a follow up telephone consultation for the results two days later.
The pain he has been experiencing was getting worse, so we rang the 111 service and was given an appointment for 6.50 this evening at the UTC 17 miles away.
We’ve been back about half an hour, and because the duty doctor at the UTC doesn’t know Hubby as a patient, the antibiotics have to be cleared by our own GP. Despite explaining the dire service we are experiencing, we have no option but to contact the surgery to request the prescription be sent to their pharmacy for collection tomorrow. We’ve done that by e-mail tonight.
I feel I’m in the Twilight Zone and wish to hell either the credits would roll or someone would change the bloody channel!