No TV cop shows were spoiled in the making of this post.
The dreaded ‘T’ word has been deployed – I think you know that means I’m seriously put out.
I sat at the computer for all of five minutes this morning. The stupid chair and rotten cramped desk made my legs ache just by looking at them. I decided to catch up with one of my favourite cop shows instead. A character I like died saving a character I dislike. Great.
By this time it was nine o’clock so the doctor’s surgery was open. I waited all day yesterday and heard nothing. No wonder my legs ache – they’ve been supporting an over-extended bladder for 24 hours.
I phoned. Scary Receptionist wasn’t there but she had passed the details on to Uninterested Assistant Practice Manager, who ‘hadn’t gotten around to phoning’ me yet. UAPM told me it was the Trust’s fault: they changed the ‘boundaries’ of who could have the flu jab so, even though the NHS literature says everyone with a neurological condition can have it, they mean everyone with a neurological condition who the local Trust says can have it. I can try phoning again in early December to see if they’ve got any jabs left, but I’m not holding my breath (except to count to ten while I remember I’m supposed to love everyone, even those who work at my local doctor’s surgery).
My only comfort is that the Hub will get the flu which, because of his weak nervous system, will turn to pneumonia, causing him to be hospitalised, ruining our Christmas and costing the NHS a thousand times more in ICU fees than it would have if they’d given him the absolutely vital flu jab in the first place.
Strangely, the Hub doesn’t find that the least bit comforting, but what does he know? He’s sick. He is still not fully recovered from his bug and it’s been more than two weeks. He is weak and has hardly been out of bed, never mind the house. He went out on Sunday for thirty minutes and that knocked him flat. He’s thinking about trying to get up again today.
All joking aside, if that’s what a bug can do to him, imagine how the flu could affect him. No wonder I’m grumpy. I don’t want Christmas ruined.
After the waste of time that was my phone call to the doctor’s, I tried going back onto the computer to complain about it to you. No internet for over an hour.
‘Tad’ doesn’t even begin to describe my mood today. Well, it wouldn’t, would it? It’s a noun, not an adjective.
I would like to make one thing clear: I might complain and the Hub might get really sick but the NHS is still wonderful and one of the best healthcare systems in the world – and free, most of the time. If the Hub does get pneumonia, they will care for him and it will cost us nothing. So it won’t bite into my Christmas Present Budget. There’s always a silver lining.
We have an excellent hospital in Stockport. You may have heard of it, it was in the news: many patients were poisoned last year by a member of staff.