I wish I could sing that line the way it is in Evita, but today my circus involves the NHS and my back condition. The day was already blacklisted in my house as it involved hospital visits for both me and hubby dearest in different times at different hospitals along with me also needing to see my poor GP. So to say we have been chasing tails is an understatement.
Pain Clinic was an unknown entity for me, and on arrival it had the atmosphere of a morgue, no one but staff and long waits in silence. Finally I hobbled over to the room, a rather stressed mother following. The consultant was OK enough, not nice enough to scream his praises, but then I am cynical in these matters. After a 20 minute sessions of what am I taking, whats the pain like etc and etc, the out come is "we can't do a thing till you have an MRI". oh joys even after pushing I couldn't get a straight answer as to how long that will take. So I tried the other tack, what are you going to do about the pain, answer nothing till we get the results. So needless to say I left in tears of frustration and waited till the afternoon and some sense from GP.
By the time my poor GP got hold of me I was doing a very good impression of a petulant child, and not really in the mood for talking. He confirmed my suspicions that to get an MRI in less than 6 weeks is nothing short of hell freezing over, in fact he was thinking more on the 10 week scale. Then apparently there is a 2 week wait for the results to get from one hospital department to another, they really must go the scenic route. Then there is the discussion based on these results, so basically in English I will be lucky to get anywhere till after Christmas. In the plus side my GP has the ounce of common sense he was born with and has amended my medication so at least I can get out of spasm when I need to. But my count down to Christmas is now marred with this and not with getting a job as I had hoped.
Needless I can say I feel like I have my chased my tail to successfully get no where but on to another waiting list. I am getting throughly fed up with the whole situation as it is unstable more than anything. If I knew there would be pain on a constant level or something I could adjust but these highs and lows are getting wearing and now we don't even know whats truely wrong as other senioros have been added into the equasion.
So thats todays circus, the only good thing is hubbys hospital appointment went well for him and he know his health issue is not urgent and not serious. Circus is about right I am living on the merry go round I think.
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Roni I feel your frustration. I have a friend in England whose mother is in constant agony with leg ulcers and she's getting the same sort of runraround.Refusal to try anything new when the existing treatment clearly fails.
ReplyDeleteIt's not isolated to the UK either. My husband needs prostate surgery and has to wear a catheter until it's scheduled. It's been 6 weeks now and not even a hint of a surgery date.
Good luck with it all.