We all need thick skins to cope in NHS land. Thick gloves more likely. would be helpful to box ourselves through the continual fight.

There are times when we just give up give in. Don’t panic I don’t mean anything dramatic. It’s just that writing it down gets it down and out of my head. 

This year has let’s say been a roller coaster in the close family. Premonitions of disaster have certainly proved true. That with an unrelenting need to somehow keep fit enough myself. 

One fitness initiative is the boxercise Claire and I started last year. It’s an hour of heart rate raising endorphin creating. No one can get me. Talk to me. Ring me. Just C cracking insane jokes about elves and shelves. ( you really don’t want to know).

A quick summary on the medical boxing ring:

Annual checkup with Mr Nephrologist ( kidney). He’s really nice I’m sure. He’s really important heading up some big research thingy. But shit he does not listen. Cannot operate his Eric software. He lead on it’s introduction to the hospital btw. He’s trying to get my blood pressure down but one consultation with him sends it sky high. No for the 100th time I cannot use beta blockers. Allergies. Asthma. Solitary kidney. FFS read the bloody notes. I simply gave up. Thanked him and put the phone down. He didn’t manage to send a clinic letter. I’ve had to contact him again. Easily done because of the email trial of exactly a year ago with exactly the same problem which the GP will not accept until he does.

Meanwhile inevitably UTI hit but GP has changed script policy to 10 days. no antibiotics. Crap week onwards stuffing in whatever I could find. 

Weekend off was to be in Chiswick long overdue present Sipsmith tour. Dinner. CJC. Hotel. See the London children. I realised I was maybe not ok when I didn’t drink the welcome gin and tonic! 

Staggered through the Satur  somehow. Even got to Luton for jaw wire.

Monday no better. Early morning trying to get a painkiller to stay down I did some emails to formulate a plan of action.

I emailed the hosts of a meeting and reception I was supposed to attend /speak at. HoC Westminster. Apologising to let them down I couldn’t make it. Ill patient would not be a good look! They replied so kindly.

Then I needed a plan.

GP – ? couldn’t get through. 

Aand E ? Bedford absolutely no way. 

London? Possibly would be pewky but doable on trains if they had loos. 

Tottenham Court rd clinic ? but apparently very very busy. Miracle of miracles they sent an email saying I’d got a phone appointment. HAZZAR. How brilliant was that? It wasn’t until late afternoon when no one had rung that I groggily re read the email. ….as you will see. It’s not until October! Oh bloody hell.