Following yesterday`s farce of a neuro appointment, how do I feel?
Well, I`ve related the story to a few folk who wanted to know. Each time i tell it, I get so angry and frustrated.
My carer was furious and when i told her I could be referred to Dr Lily at Leeds, she said she`d come with me. i could get transport door to door (seeing as hubby won`t take me). This was so kind of her, as she has 2 young children and only works an hour Mon-Fri for me.
My sis (also a carer for me) said she`d go with me, if I decide to go on the train and we could make a day out of it. and hit the shops en route! Now that is a good idea, eh?
It`s been wonderful the way my friends on here have sent me their best wishes and are so understanding of how this chuffin desease knocks us sideways. But I`m like a weeble;
`weebles wobble, but they won`t fall down.` Who remembers that one? Fisher Price toys, yeh?