Monday, 5 May 2014

Monday 5th May

I'll begin this blog with my trip to hospital for a blood test, and unlike the previous trips without the special 'bag' with my name and request for the test on because "we have a new system". Apparently it all goes on the computer, so when I turned up at the hospital all the information needed would be there.........wouldnt it?

A little bit anxious about this test (not the actual test , just what it implies) I thought i'll get there just after 9am, and I parked the car and walked into the centre. Well, I call it a centre but actually its a small grubby looking waiting room and two corridors complete with plastic chairs squashed close together. 

As I tugged open the heavy side door to enter the corridor I realised with impending doom that it was full..... as was the waiting room, and my spirit was further dampened by the cheerful nurse calling out "number 7 please", as I pulled out the ticket that said 30 on it.

Just one of those things, nobodys fault, just bad timing on my part, so I played with my phone, and read a magazine, carefully avoiding everybodys gaze, nothing worse that knowing you're staring at someone but don't mean to.

I had a brief respite when a friend SQ, dropped in to relay the message that her and another friend were waiting for me as we planned to have a coffee afterwards, ( I was so late it nearly turned into lunch!).

Even that encounter was a bit cloak and dagger, in fact if she'd have had a raincoat and a beret on, she could have played a part in the french Resistance for 'Allo Allo'!!

So, "number 30" was finally called and I duly went into the next room, where I briefly tried to explain about the 'bag absence". A smile, and then "name please", I thought I'd cover all options and give my full name...... a long pause......"Its not under "Jill", ok, another long pause, a few "hmmm" noises. An even longer pause and then a discussion about an appointment card with a bar code on it? No, I just had a card with a date reminder, yet another furious bout of typing, and finally....she asked me "Newman?" I replied , yes my maiden name, but I had actually been married 28 years.

It didn't matter , as long as they could print out a label of some sort to stick on the test tube, I burbled on about the CA125 that  I knew was what was needed to be tested, but just had smiles in response. 

Its fair to say that i stumbled out of the hospital  nearly two hours later very keen to meet my friends for a coffee, but feeling that I was actually in need of something much stronger!!

Normally I would have had the results today, (?) but being a bank holiday , no clinic, so my appointment is for next week, and little does my sister know, but she's over on Saturday for a week and coming with me!!!

At the end of the 8mile walk for Diabetes, Jessie looks a bit sad as she couldnt play on the beach.....

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