I’m thinking I should go to a vet or maybe I should become a vet

For dystopian type thinking ahead I took dog Fred to the vet. He’s been selected for fatherhood. In order to comply with breeding standards he gets to have a X-ray to check hips elbows. The results are usually back promptly and detailed. Ready for the breeding programme!vets bill is sizeable.

This afternoon ie Saturday. Vet has kindly written. Attaching results and leaving message to say call to talk it through.

Impressive and empathetic !

On the other hand despite surgeons’ promises mum has not heard MRI result of 6 weeks ago. Has not been contacted by second opinion as suggested and has already fallen out with the hospice team.

As for me a week ago I was home from investigations under general anaesthetic. Resistant ish infection and no sign of Dipstick. Jerome had multitasked taking a photo of culture results with his landline before realising the impossibility of that. Mrs Infectious Diseases is having to go on unpaid parental leave so I’m handed over to her registrar who will be starting g me on a new drug trial in July. I’ve been selected. The first patient to try the uromune futuristic programme . Mrs Inf had rung me when I had two small grandsons in the car. Five year old O chatted to her and took details of the appointment date too!

Dipstick of course would not think to contact me. Update me. Nor even perhaps just say how’s you? Not only but also I’ve helped him out on webinars research bids and stuff. That’s a voluntary thing. It’s a bit of a support thing from me. Or that’s how I see it. But it counts for nothing really does it? Another four years til I hear anything? Some cancelled postponed phone late delayed blah call may be scheduled on the bizarre ERic system. Not only but also infection is back. I need any results they had in hospital. But they’ve not been listed on the patient portal.

Rant over.

Good news my complaint to GP about samples not going to the lab for culture has resulted in retraining for Rottweiler Receptionists. Actually that day she was quite nice but why make clinical decisions when you are not trained clinically.

What can I tell you to make you laugh? Mmmm let me think. Oh. Ten huge men stayed the night here last week. You should have seen my lovely Cardies and I blowing up airbeds and failing. Buying up all the butchers sausages. Beer and bread acquisitions too. The ten were headed to BFG stag do next morning. I offered to stay elsewhere. But BFG specifically requested my presence. They can’t be mean to me if you’re there he said! So I stayed ( a bit) opened the Bolly lovely Fred gave me and slipped away to charge my implants drug my bits and hear their wonderful laughter. Awesome.