Loads spent yesterday m on fast food of the overpriced toasties, mini quiche and (rather disappointing) almond croissant (I did manage to exercise judgement and bin the dreary thing rather than keep on chewing and hoping it would improve). Also wine. Excuse being that DH and spent bloody hours at the flat (still not finished, but tomorrow, no really, truly, this time) putting up curtain poles and curtains and trying to work out how to attach the headboards to the beds. Anyway, we were tired and ravenous and fell into the deli. Hence spending Β£37 on overpriced crap.
today i left the house at 9.15, drove two hours to sit with DDad for his dermatology/plastics appointment. There was no parking available after 20 minutes of driving around the handkerchief sized car park so I was directed to a nearby residential road and walked back. Ddad had been conveyed to the hospital by the patient transport service because of his wheelchair and was already in the clinic. We waited for 30 minutes or so before seeing the consultant who said he needed a CT scan, which hadnβt been pre-booked. He would need a blood test before the scan could be performed. We could wait a further two hours for the scan if we wanted, or come back for a specific slot two weeks henceβ¦we opted to return rather than wait because Ddad already tired. He had his bloods taken and we went back to reception to be told that transport would be three hours hence.
so I decided to drive him from the hospital back to his csre home, if the nursing staff could help me get him in the car. The lovely NHS released a staff member to help me do that- it took 2 of us 15 minutes to get him in. I delivered him back, two staff members helped him out and back to his room (by now itβs near 4pm). Chat chat, paperwork, admin. Home about 5, horrible M25 section.
Iβve been out of the house from 9 to 5, driven fucking miles, and hauled my poor dad in and out of a wildly unsuitable vehicle, for a blood sample. Why couldnβt the sample have been taken at the home by a nurse on site and we booked in for the scan today? I love the NHS, but dear god. It really does give the impression that it believes no-one elseβs time matters.
anyway, grumpy and knackered. And I am still cooking dinner!