The Urodynamics was last week. See blog entry for the cockups which surrounded that Fifty Shades of Pale Day.
As we were short of time that day , surgeon I’m now going to call Dipstick said he’d go through the Urodynamic results at our next consultation. He asked me to check with his secretary that I did have an appointment booked and that SNS Rep would be there. I did. It wasn’t. It got sorted.

Soooo arriving in good time for confirmed scheduled appointment at 11:45 imagine my thoughts as I took in the scene at reception. Dipstick head in hands muttering , reception lady looked faint…  ‘ you are so NOT going to like this’ said Dip.

Turned out Mr SNS was running very late uncertain of arrival time. Dip needed to get to theatre, medical that is, not West End! Anyhow, they assured me of the absence of mobile wielding loud mouthed patients in the waiting room. ( So they HAD read my letter) I refused the offer of the waiting room. Not keen on that scene of three hour horses arses of yore. I wandered off to take sanctuary in a coffee bar. As agreed. To await their call for a decision on what to do next.

Nearly an hour later, I wandered back to say I could not wait any longer. Receptionist reported that Mr SNS was indeed in the house. So I waited. Eventually was called in. Remembering  advice from Jerome that morning I told Dip of uti results. Did not get far with that. Mr SNS wanted to know who had sanctioned the new NeuromodulationProgramme. Query interaction with SNS. That got dismissed, with me sort of mumbling away about how I’d tried to get Dip to talk to the Baron. Why the hell I try I do not know. So Mr SNS suggests with have a go with both devices and see what interference there is. Another appointment in a few weeks. Then that was that really. No need to discuss Urodynamics apparently as we had done so already. When ? I’ve no idea. Letter dictated. New msu for the ongoing infection.  Bet I never hear the results.

More money to pay …for once I queried it. Not least because BUPA will not pay anymore outpatient fees. I’ve already tipped the meter over.  Oh dammit friggity  am I being overly concerned that Urodynamics cost £497 hospital £ 500 for consultant and £180 for follow up fee? it just seems an open cheque book. If it was my car in for a service I’d query it. But somehow it’s unseemly to query bills for my body. Dunno the outcome. No one was available.

Did see awesome Nurse Downstairs. She’s fab. Gave her a copy of the NHS paper I was patient voice for. She said all the right things. I wouldn’t blame her for binning it the minute I left. But the first person to give me appreciative noises.

In other news. Christmas Dinner Charity do at the invite of CJC, Lady Taverners. Mary Berry and Jenny Eclair the entertainment. Putting the ‘eclair’ into the ‘berry’ or we wish they had. Food was terrible. 450 ladies lunches returned to kitchen. Oops. Considerably distracted Angela Rippon kept referring erroneously to saggy bottoms. As all Berry aficionados know it’s soggy bottoms. Definitely not of the urological kind. I’ll try and draw an appropriate cartoon.
Too many ladies for too few toilets. So seeking to avoid any soggy (!) moments four of us went to the empty gents. Emerging from our cubicles  to find a solitary bloke having a peaceful pee .  Oops. His embarrassment palpable as he stood frozen, willing us to leave. Ah well we did and reminded ourselves of French ski resorts where none of this matters.

Bloomin – bladder. Struggling this week not sure what will work…more later.

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