These Boots

Ok I’ll skip the personal chastisement and get straight to it.

6th January was Tuesday and I don’t recall much happening.  Work was slow so I got very bored.  Tom came to see me after work which was lovely.

7th January work was again very boaring.  Dad managed to contact the waiting list person at the hospital and it turns out I am 2 months away from being treated! Its ridiculous, I had my pre-op at the end of October for crying out loud, I should have been treated by now! I was looking forward to starting the new year being able to eat food as I wished but now I can’t because the wonderful NHS is dragging its heels.  The same NHS, by the way, that didn’t trust a student to know the difference between acid reflux and an actual problem for FIVE YEARS, who sent her for 3 useless tests one of which resulted in a weeks stay in hospital and who when a diagnosis was finally reached didn’t have the decency to grant a consultancy with the surgeon because he was on holiday in India. I am SICK TO DEATH of people pissing all over my problem I would like to see every person (including my own mother) who has told me ‘its in your head’ or ‘its just acid reflux’ to suffer this problem for just a week and maybe then I might actually get taken seriously.  I struggle so much to eat I have dropped three dress sizes, my skin is terribly dry and I am unhealthy because I can not eat anything near a balanced diet!  I know I’m ranting but people need to know just how truly the NHS has screwed me over and I’ve had enough.  Anyway the consultants secretary told me to get a note from my doctor to say that I am still losing weight, the more I lose the harder my recovery will be, maybe this will speed me up the list little.  I’m not hopeful.  Had I the money I would go private I am tired of fighting to be healthy.  Next rant….Tom and I went swimming on Wednesday night which was lovely I really enjoyed it. However, the pool (Richard Dunn’s Sport Centre) was not what I would call worth the £3.70 we paid for it.  A water aerobics class was going on at the same time as the quiet little swim we had wanted, so we had to listen to crappy music and a woman, so thin she disappeared if she turned sideways, screaming at ladies to ‘get those legs up!’.  There was a plaster at the side of the pool, hardly any room for those wanting to swim laps, hard lumps growing out of the side of the pool and the staff were rude.  Esporta Health Club is looking really tempting right now.  I then went back to Tom’s for a coffee after which Tom took me home and I went straight to bed.

8th January.  I got up and went to work, I met Shauna on the bus.  The morning was quite quiet but the afternoon was incredibly busy, I told Andy about what the hospital had said and he seemed shocked.  My work colleagues were also shocked and appalled at the length of my wait.  So I got the bus home with Shauna after work and when we got home little Alexis-mya was full of beans after nursery and it was lovely to see her.  So then I had tea and put on Boston Legal and now I am writing my blogg.  I will try my hardest to remember to blogg tomorrow. Honest.  Take care.