And coming “in like a Lamb” with us: the wrong way round. Blue skies and sunshine and warm temps (in the sun). So I fear for the “going out like a Lion” bit:(
A rather mixed last week to February here. Still getting over the bad migraine I went to have another consultation with my eye surgeon. Things are getting worse so he would like to operate in a couple of weeks. Wow. Cold shivers down the spine. But he needs info. about my allergy management from some other medical sources first, so that will set the time agenda. We have decided to pay since he could only offer four months wait at best on NHS, very mixed emotions on my side. We were able to have a very frank conversation about my feelings on this issue and he was quite up-front about the problems. Apart from anything else, they are one surgeon down on the team at the moment, an appointment which will not be filled for at least another couple of months. He did say that he feared that our beloved NHS will not be recognisable in ten years time.
He also asked if he could have an anaesthetist present to look after me in case of problems, because even though I will only be having a ‘local’ he did not want to have to look after me, just concentrate on his work on my eye. That did make me laugh! Of course I was in complete agreement.
I was so cross with myself though, because after a very agreeable, pleasant and good humoured consultation, I found myself shaking and trembling all over when I came out of the Hospital. Since I have every faith in this chap and like him very much, why the reaction? Very ‘over the top’ and uncalled for in my opinion. However, nothing would stop the shakes until I had some food with sugar in it. We plumped for apple pie and custard.
So then letters and emails to other hospitals to try to gather the info. my consultant needs.
The next day I went out for lunch and a catch up with a friend and we looked at various Hamemelis Mollis species at a local garden centre. She did not know the plants and they delighted her with their delicate, spidery flowers and fragrant perfume. They are one of my favourite plants with their differing flower colours in late Winter and leaf colour in Autumn.
photo from www.rbge.org.uk
In the end, however, she bought a Christmas Box – being beguiled both by the scent and the lower price.
Thursday was a lovely day with orchestra in the morning followed by lunch with a friend, wild mushroom risotto, and then a good flute lesson.
But Thursday night was a nightmare: bowing to the kind offices of a concerned friend (the one who is fighting breast cancer under this doctor) I had agreed a while ago to see her homeopathic doctor who had given me a ‘remedy’ for my general state of health. This I took on Thursday evening, blissfully expecting nothing, since as I understand it, there remains no measurable ingredient in any homeopathic remedy. Suffice it to say that I experienced an intensification of symptoms which kept me awake for most of the night, followed by dreams which replayed some of the most difficult experiences of my life. Goodness knows if such a remedy will actually be of any benefit, but there was certainly something very active still in that stuff. I did not take two more which were prescribed for Friday but instead rang the doctor and explained my situation. She was surprised that things had been so intense, but pleased!! She finally agreed to my stance of not taking any more at the moment but rang me again later in the day to check how I was doing, which was very kind of her.
I staggered through Friday, met grandson after school, took him to Pizza Hut for Happy Hour (very cheap then) – he likes Kentucky Fried Chicken and MacDonalds but I refuse to go there on principle - and then back to my house to play Backgammon and watch some Harry Potter before he went home. Fell into bed, rather headachey.
Still not right this morning, but a glorious day so want to potter outside as much as possible. When I have come to a standstill I want to decide on my seed potatoes and set about getting them and have a lovely time looking through seed catalogues.
Must keep my priorities right:)
cartoon from huwaaron.com
I am just so grateful that March is a lamb (so far) that I cannot even envisage how he will leave us. There’s sunshine in them thar South Shropshire Hills.
I have tales to tell about the gradual decline in the services of the NHS myself; I owe the institution my life but I am less sure that I would be able to trust it in the future.
Homeopathy? Heavens no. So the ‘doctor’ actually got worried when you showed effects after taking the water?
Thank you for leaving a comment, and for reading in the first place:) I have just been reading your last post on your blog and really enjoyed it. Glad to hear that Millie is doing well!
Yes, spring can bring hope for many things! Your reaction to the ‘remedy’ doesn’t sound too therapeurtic. Your worries for your surgery are normal, even with your confidence in the surgeon. It might be more strange if you were blithely going along with no worries. The brain and heart often have very separate ideas about our situations. I am getting a bit itchy for gardening season, but it is a least a couple months away here. May 1 is about the earliest we can hope for planting except for the very earliest varieties. I will be thinking of you from waaaaay over here.
I will never complain about our weather again! You have so much longer to wait than we do:( Thanks for the thoughts, very welcome!!
You really have to put yourself first Sweff, never mind about the NHS, if you can get it done sooner, under the circumstances you need to do it.
You are only here once remember.
But I DO mind about the NHS!! Dreadfully. However, feeling selfish, I am indeed putting myself first and I know you are right. No second chances.
Hang in there!