I’ve been having weird dreams.

I’m on a train heading to London. Again. I’ve just spilt a bottle of too fizzy water over me. I’m off to hospital I’m paying for an ultrasound scan because the NHS hasn’t managed to do that despite Dipstick requesting one.

After the first scanning ( think Sainsbury’s self check bar codes! ) I have to self catheterise to empty bladder for the rescan. Only somehow this all goes wrong and I leak pee. Everywhere. I always take spare clothes. Only this time somehow only packed odd socks. Unperturbed I chucked the pants. Dabbed at the trousers and nonchalantly wandered back to the couch . Commando. Who would know?

If lovely Consultant Radiologist noticed she said not a word.

Next stop was Jerome. Sitting in his waiting room hoping to dry out a bit in the air con vent.

Jerome arrived poured me a drink of water 💦 . I asked if it was gin he said , no, it’s vodka! And handed me the cup, which I promptly dropped over me, the appointment-note -thingy , the chair, the floor, …we tried to mop up but the couple of tissues were ineffectual !

After seeing the very wonderful Jerome. He listens. I showed him the the MRI report which had appeared on the portal. Frustratingly worrying stuff which I cannot stop worrying about. There’s no one to ask. It’s all one way communication with hospitals. He reads. He thinks. He makes a plan. Clear. Logical. Even makes me laugh. I find myself telling him what we used to do at school. Put some one’s hand in water whilst they are asleep and it made them pee. I am not sure they really did. However in my dreams…

Jerome didn’t notice my strange bright odd socks until I left. But he said not a word and off I went back to the trains and home. commando!

Actually as you’ve guessed that was no dream it was true.

In other news. I’m on the daily uromune vaccine. I’m supposed to be nil by mouth one hour before and one hour after. That’s ok but inevitably I’ve had another infection. So much for the uromune stopping infections .

Meanwhile I took my mother to Oxford. Massive hospital . It’s like an airport. In the pouring rain I left her on a pavement. Parking was a nightmare but I fixed it. Got her in to see the surgeon she’s been referred to. He knew Jerome. They’d been to a Cornish wedding together. Fame! Not sure that mum’s situation is any better by going there but she was stoic as ever.

Having taken her home I then made a dash for Luton and Dunstable Hospital. MAXFAX for my monthly wiring of jaw. Unfortunately the clinic was running late my name was not on the ‘list’ and I just burst into exhausted tears. Mr MAXFAX was lovely kind and tried to make me laugh. I drove home and eventually fell through the door at 9pm.

And so it goes on. 

Big excitement is I’m going  be the first difficult (asthma) patient to try monthly injections in hospital of a biological weapon no no I mean biologic What is a biologics?

Biologics are medications that come from living sources. They’re used to treat a wide range of conditions

More soon. Have a great sunny dreamless week.