Thanks for the concern and support…as always, so important to me.
Right…the appointment. It was the 1st time for a long time, that I`ve had to go somewhere on my own…and boy! did that prove to be a wrong move.
Huddersfield Royal Infirmary is undergoing huge refurbishment. This meant the main entrance is temporarily a confusing mess!
So hubby dropped me off…parking is impossible…he didn
t go with me, as we cant leave Lucy alone at all…initially due to her epilepsy and now to her heart/lung poor function and scary episodes of coughing and gasping for breath.
We sometimes have a neighbour to mind her, but she wasn`t available. My morning carer has another client to go to on Wednesdays, my sis/carer was at another hospital with her hubby undergoing an angiogram (results were brill, btw), hence I had to go on me tod.
As I looked at the temporary entrance, I thought
How the chuff do I get in now? There was no dropped kerb, but a yellow plastic ramp, with a higher grandient than i am uncomfortable with…but I just took a run at it and hoped for the best!
Once inside, a lovely volunteer lady approached me and I told her I didn`t have my appointment letter with me, as I had the builders in and the house was in a mess. She said that was okay. She got me up on her screen and said to go down the corridor, turn left, take a lift to another floor,…I just looked hopeless and asked if there might be an escort available to take me. She happily filled the role.
I was glad of her help, as it was a fair trek to the right place. I booked myself in and asked how the clinic was running…an hour late! Oh no! I looked down for my bag, to call hubby and let him know, but …all I saw was my wee bag…hanging on the outside of my chair arm, for all the world to see and no bag! I realised my tote bag was missing…along with my mobile and glasses. Well there was chuff all I could do about it right then, so I just shoved my wee bag under my fleece and waited to be called.
I did managed to get into a disabled loo to empty my wee bag, by myself, but had to ask a nurse to re-arrange my right foot, as it has slipped into an uncomfortable position.
Anyroad, time passed and I was called in to see the uro exactly 1 hour after my appt time.
He asked how I was and I said i
d been okay and was loving my spc. He then told me nothing abnormal had been found on my scan. I told him I was happy about that, but *was still concerned that the pregabalin is masking the former pain. He said he would order a ct scan to do another check and if nothing is found hed leave it. I agreed with that.*
Oh this is turning into a very long follow up eh? Hope you`re still with me.
So it was time to leave and find my hubby in the car park. It was gone 5 and very dark. I`m now so unacustomed to being outside on my own, let alone in the dark and I felt quite vulnerable. The nice escort volunteer lady had vanished.
I couldnt see hubby anywhere, so decided to return to reception and ask for help.
I told the 2 women there, that I`d lost my mobile and bag and asked if anyone had handed it in…no.
I went to the security desk and asked there…no. So I went back to reception and asked if they could ring my sister, who would ring my hubby
s mobile and tell him of my plight................no answer............of course, they were still at the other hospital. Then she rang bro-in-laws mobile…no answer…turned off of course.
What next? I know, ping, as a light bulb went on above my head! My hubby is a patient at the trust and they
d have his mobile number on file! Yes! They did and he was called. He was told id lost my mobile.
He said he was in the carpark now and he`d see me as I came out.
But why didn`t he come to meet me? I had to reverse down that horrible, yellow ,plastic ramp on my own. I just shut my eyes and did it! Once back in the van, I asked if my bag was in there…hubby looked and rang my number…nowt!
Oh chuff and chuff and chuff! i`d have to ring the insurance, put a stop on my phone and organise a new one.
We got home, hubby opened up the house and flung my bag, complete with mobile and glaases, over my shoulder, saying,
DONT LOSE IT AGAIN!`
So, I`d lost it before I left the house. Duh!