DVT DAY 311
Wednesday and I feel sluggish but get up and have a muesli and coffee breakfast before setting about reading the draft final decision by the Ombudsman regarding our claim against the insurance company. Its a difficult read and I cannot find another new argument. I find reading through the account restimulates a lot of the feelings that I have about what happened to me. This morning the memory and feelings are related to comeing back to Leicester Royal Infirmary’s A & E with blood catherters stitched into my neck. A strange feeling. I suspect that it was not by accident that it is the hospital admission that has come to mind as I am due to go for a scan on Friday. Its a long time since I have been to the hospital for anything related to my cancer. The last time was to get my scan results from the oncologist at the end of my chemotherapy back in February 2020. Since then its been nearly all shielding with the joys of a DVT in March with a single hospital visit.
I set the Ombudsman aside and write a letter before attending a meeting of colleagues who have an interest in therapeutic communities. There is a presentation by an achivist regarding one of the early women pioneers of the community way of intervening with disadvantaged young children. There were serveral in the group who had connecetions with some of the work mentioned. The members of the group constitute a group that holds a rich and vast history. Our collective conundrum is how to make it useful and relevant. After the meeting I go for a lunch time walk in the rain with my partner as my eldest daughter was tied up with her teaching duties.
A light lunch and I finish my letter and wander over to the post box. On my return I get in to my training gear and head for the shed for an hour on the bike.
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Back in the house I clear the kitchen and head for the bath where I soak in a seaweed infused bath thanks to my youngest daughters christmas present. So out and into football and writing the blog. My evening again will be full of football and dross but at some point I shall write my last words to the ombudsman and try and put that behind me.
