Wednesday and its pissing down so I hope for a lay in. I read a bit more of “the sun and her flowers” adn then do my vitals. All good there. The builder badgers will not come to day due to the rain but the master badger drops by to say they have collected their digger and not to worry no one has stolen it. He also tells us that the coping stones for the patio are going to be delivered. In fact they arrive mid afternoon. I get up and have breakfast and start a sort of mooch around getting ready to go to the hospital to collect my next three cycles of “chemo”. My partner offers to drive me to the hospital, so mid morning we set off. Our local hospital is notorious for its poor parking and access. The upshot is that my partner drops me at A&E and I walk thorough the campus to the pharmacy. There is a long queue and one bloke is arguing over drugs he wants but the pharmacy as no prescription for him and a woman who is clearly being tended to on a “not well now” basis. I get to the front of the queue and hand over my details. As always there is a long search and much rummaging around. Eventually they find them but of course they can’t just give them to me I have to wait to be “dispensed” to. As I wait to be called to the most un-confidential dispensing area I have ever see, apart from in prison, I can’t help thinking that Argos wold do this so much better. I get my drug and message my partner who is now in the queue for the car park. I walk the several hundred yards of cars that are queuing to get into the hospital car park and find my partner. We soon get into the “flow” lane and head home.
My partner and I have just about got in the door when one of my eldest daughters friends rings to tell us that she is at the GPs and that they have called an ambulance due to a suspected embolism. There is immediate alarm and we dash to the surgery to find her in a wheel chair with doctor in attendance. There is conversation and then the ambulance arrives. The two paramedics take her to the ambulance to run tests while we wait in the surgery. The up shot is that she is taken to the local hospital we have visited this morning to get my drugs. I am not well enough to go with her and she decides to go un accompanied. My partner and I return home preparing to wait for text from her. we eat and wait, watch coping stones being delivered and exchange messages with our eldest daughter as to what is going on. so we wait, my partner goes to the local pharmacy to pick up my regular drugs and some new ones the GP has prescribed me on the fly so to speak to help me get through my current Uluru attack and future ones. I take to drafting the blog to divert myself. We are all anxious and just trying to get through this latest crisis. Trying to keep calm and be rational about what each of us can realistically do. I want to be there but I cannot and my eldest daughter has chosen to be there on her own at the moment. So I wait, send messages and wait. This is is a horrid day. Its my jab day on Friday due to the Bank Holiday Monday so I order treats, trying to think about all of us trying to recover and rest over the long weekend. Its been a grim week for all of us, we need respite and quiet.
Its only mid afternoon Wednesday!
By 10:30 at night my eldest daughter is on her way home. A friend of hers is picking her up and bringing her home. So the priority is to feed her and then for everyone to get some rest. This is the time to re-balance and find ways forward. Fortunately its a Bank Holiday so there is a bit of time to take breath. For me its time to take my meds and get as much sleep as possible before Friday when I will get my 28day jab. Ultimately today was horrid but has got better.
