Oh ladies (and gents if any here), I know I keep saying this but I simply can't believe how amazing you all are, I am touched to the core, honestly I am. Please god if I can ever offer any one of you anything at all let me be able to do it. This thread has been so eye opening for me, I knew of course there were good people out there, but never knew there were so many willing to go so far. I won't go on and thank individual posters because each and every one of you has posted something meaningful and caring, and I am grateful.
Just a quick post really to catch you all up - I'm hoping none of you will think me a drama queen because it's all a bit unbelievable and so so dispiriting. We waited until about 11pm last night before finally getting to see a doctor. His opening words to dh were "what's wrong" and I think it was a full five minutes before he got another word in! To cut a long story short, he was rude and condescending and obviously couldn't give two hoots. Dh (having been admitted, had an ECG, all the usual obs, even a blood sugar test despite telling the nurse he wasn't diabetic etc) was so tempted to come home with me, but was eventually persuaded to stay overnight.
This morning, one of the two surgeons who was meant to be operating appeared and, in a nutshell, said it wasn't his fault, he didnt know why dh wasn't on the list, and he could probably come back for the op in two weeks or so. Again, he was disinterested in dh's pleas re starting bar school and having left four traumatised dc at home etc.
I picked dh up at 2ish and on the way home we had a phone call from the admissions lady. The op is now re-scheduled for 20 August but dh must go in on 18th. When asked why, she said that it was in order for the Trust's protocol of not making any patient wait for more than 28 days since the original date of their procedure (which was 23 July). So in order not to put their figures out, Dh has yet again to waste more hours of his precious life waiting round in hospital - as if he hasn't wasted enough time in them already. I'm beginning to think they have an ulterior motive and want him to drop dead, thus saving the money of operating on him. (I don't really think they think that, but I'm not thinking too rationally!)
He is beyond gutted, and so am I. Bar school will probably not happen now. I wish I had a punch bag so I could go and use it! It's not fair. Three silver lining to the great big cloud - dd, who went on her holiday yesterday, can at least enjoy herself now without worrying too much about her Dad. Ds3 is 8 on Saturday so dh will now be home to celebrate with us. And he will also be home when ds1's A-level results come out (although, that may not be such a good thing!)
Good night lovely people, am going to bed now as shattered. x