This has been a great week battling NHS

My burbling bladder infection is well…burbling. I sent pot of urine to London , Jerome is away, carving his carbon footprint across the Atlantic. 

I sent another pot via GP. 

The surgery sent me a text. Ring surgery for appointment. 

I rang. The receptionist told me I could not ring for an appointment unless I rang at 8 am.

But you sent me a text I protested. 

But you have to ring at 8 am

I whined. To no avail. I will think of a plan

Meanwhile I saw special max -fax -dentist- surgeon . Long story short. Referral from nice dentist. Scans forwarded after about 6 months ridiculous delay. Mr MaxFax was so nice. Turns out he knew Mira. We swapped sadness. He assessed my mouth. Adjectives were used. ‘Severe‘ ‘ Complex‘ ‘ reconstruction‘ ‘ Surgery‘.

FFS can I ever have a normal ? NAD nothing abnormal detection?

Referral to hospital. But NHS dentistry max-fax is priority minus 4, like urology. Nothing doing. Private. Expensive. ASAP. is the only way forward. Not that urology private expensive has got me anywhere so far.

I saw lovely Lambie today. We swapped dentist stories. Cheered each other up with gallows humour laughter. 

Seriously she giggled, its a chocolate fireguard if ever there was one. Indeed we realised that the latest missive from Rightmove was advertising the sale of a 5 bedroom house.. Bollocks, it is no house. It is the sub-station of our gp surgery. Just 50 m walk from here. Well  said Lambie that is one way to get an NHS bed. … 

Mouth is buggered. Bladder is buggered. Infection rages. GP surgery melts…chocolate fireguard that it is. 

In the meantime a lady I know well came here, collapsed on the doorstep. I rang 999. Is the patient breathing? Yes was my reply. Expect a 6 hour wait I was told. Her daughters arrived. Whisked her away. I cancelled the ambulance. Wish I hadn’t she fell that night. Not heard since. 

I went for a swim to cheer up. Indoors not lake. There was a floundering tortoise type in the slow lane. The fast lane hosted a nincompoop swimming like a helicopter. Unfortunately he hit my hand on a downswing. I moved to casual. Nice youngsters playing there who I managed to swim round. Before I gave up. Queued for a bottle of water. Woman in front of me took so long analysing which vegan menu she would order, I gave up. Went home. The end of the day is nigh.

All is normal. No change here.