Hello all. Head reeling so can't remember who to thank for your advice, and - but it was much appreciated!
Its certainly a part-time admin. / PA job, this secretary and health company malarky.
As for work, its the only thing jeeping me sane at the moment. I work fir myself, from home and find it both satisfying and enjoyable. Im lucky. As i work with children (tutor/ assessor), i am fully absorbed in what I'm doing - which has been a blessed relief and escape.
I thought I'd have two weeks of normality (mummy, work) before the op and 'recovery'.
Im pissed off to the max to find that I'm being cheated out of that, too!
Since DH is away this sat night, i posted on FB to see whether any friends would go dancing / a salsa class (have sudden urge to do things I won't find easy for a while). Got two pants responses. One said she had plans (no invitation fir me to join her). Fair enough, prob. with friends, etc. other was from someone going to Westfield. Would have been nice to have been asked along or, heaven forbid, for her to can it to go out w me. Feels like precious time. Have tentative plans (based on sick children) to go out with a girlfriend to the cinema. Next Saturday, I'm going dry slope skiing! Lol
Having pre op tomorrow. Hate blood tests. Properly go unconscious if not laid flat. Give me spiders or mice any day. But things in my veins. Nooooo
As for having a direct line or contact with health insurers, its not possible at mo as biopsy was inconclusive and only confirmed diagnosis of cancer get that, according to the company. I did ask. Idiots told me hey needed to let me know something important to update me and called me to tell me to call them (blah blah more time wasting). I called back to be to,d they need the other surgeon's code! Pleeeeeeeeease! Id called and been told that yesterday when i called both secretaries to chase this info up. I called back today to say that ill get the code from the secretary on the surgeon's return from holiday. Om fing gd. I did tell them how frustrated i was to be called to call back to be to,d something id called about and to,d them myself hours earlier. Think he got the message.
In short (oh the irony), I'm sure that my feelings aren't unusual:
I should not be going through this. I have a 3 and a 6 year old. It feels like there should be some clause in the universe protecting people who have or do XYZ from experiencing thus... shit. But no. Appears that I'm as vulnerable as everyone else.
Official apology:
If you have got this far through my Ranty-Post, I'm sorry for not having read anything anyone has written and for my whizzing head to be so far up my arse at the moment that i cant get it out. I will be sure to ask the surgeons to fix that problem too - whilst they're down there