Seems like the next thing is working out how to change anti-coag/hemo clinics, seeing as the woman who thinks she’s doing mine for the next six months is the bitch from hell. Hmm. Well, its not like she’s going to read this. Treat me like a stroked out 80 year old or a child and, seriously, we are not going to get on. I explained this once. I explained it twice. You don’t get a third go. Not in the same 10 minutes.
I didn’t cry while I was in there, but there was serious danger of that happening several times on the way home. Am seriously and properly f**cked off (Rob, if you know what the stars stand for, you’re old enough to hear it, tell Papa I said so when he moans.) The problem is I went straight to my GP and they can’t see me until next week, and I need to figure out to get this one sorted well before then. In the space of a day the system has gone from flawless to seriously screwed. Sooooooooooo fing annoyed.
p.s. Libby – thanks for the emerg supply of tins of pre-mixed gin and tonics. First one just cracked. xx
[Edit: Hmm. I have private health insurance… maybe THIS is what its for….]