Brief update on the vagaries of health chez Kewcumber...
Got message on phone at home yesterday from random person at charing cross asking me to call back to discuss "appointment" - of course having so many bleedin' appts with so many differnt depts I have no idea which one it is.
I ring from work this morning to be told - we'd like you to come in today for your iron infusion. Those of you with a memory better than mine will rememeber that I went in three weeks ago to sit around all day then told no nothing wrong with you go home. So I say "no no some mistake- I came in three weeks ago and was told I didn't need one"
"OH" flummoxed sister, I'll get doctor to ring you
very long and boring story but some phone calls later doctor explains to me that i shouldn;t have been sent home last time and now might need an iron tranfusion urgently so could I be in by 3pm (it was 1pm by then)
Rearranged work and managed to rush in for 3pm. Saw doctor at 5.30pm because they hadn;t paged her when I arrived. Bloods taken and sent off. Doctor comes back at 6ish - taking too long transfusion takes 4 hours and needs a doctor present (or available) and there are none anywhere in the whole hospital after 5.30pm (possibly a slight exaggeration), so could I pleaswe stay the night and have it in the morning.
Errrr, no I have a 3 yr old at home and have no clothes.
How about I go home and you ring me in the morning when you have th eblood results and I'll come back in (becasue who would like to take bets that the blood results come back fine).
My poor mother came though monsoon and traffic with DS who she'd picked up taking an hour to get to me.
And tomorrow I get to do it all again....
Can you hear that? Its the sound of my head hitting the wall...