Oh dear. I should be writing about a great night at my jazz
club enjoying another stunning performance from Alan Barnes – standing room
only. Loading photos over a low bandwidth (will it never go through?).
Unfortunately someone else will have had my seat. I had to go
to Charing Cross Hospital, to start a new and very expensive course of
treatment. I don’t have too many hopes about that.
Long delays and problems. Not least, the hospital has
privatised its pharmacy. I could make a nasty remark about how the profit
making pharmacy took longer than the old NHS pharmacy (it did) but it’s
complicated by what I was being given and how it was being paid for, as well as
other things which made it out of the ordinary.
But I also had a series of great conversations with other
patients and learnt a lot about the NHS from them. I also marvelled at how a
caring Sister and her staff dealt with the huge queues of people when all the
Doctors were held up in traffic – they came round with hot drinks and kind
words. The atmosphere melted.
It didn’t end there – this was an appointment I couldn’t
cancel – I’d finished my old treatment a week ago and needed to start the new
one. I also desperately needed another medication. So there was no alternative. Well there was, but not one with a happy ending. I also had people to see who have always gone the extra mile for me.
Unfortunately, that meant leaving my 94 year old Mum with her Doctor who had just called for an ambulance
to take her to Wexham Park Hospital.
So not a happy day. There’s me in Hammersmith, her in Slough. And my blood pressure was going through the roof.
I got back home at 7pm to do an injection, grab a slice of
toast and get off to the second hospital of the day to see my Mum. I was shattered.
Now it’s the next morning.
Had a relaxed breakfast and I’m chillin’ on the net.
If I wasn’t worrying about my Mum, it would be like a
holiday. Thinking about all the people who made a special effort for us yesterday.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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