Told the surgery I find their handling of my current situation unacceptable and will be pursuing the matter in writing.
Ordered a long shoe horn.
Had spare ribs for tea. They were left over from Monday. Under our new responsible eating system we are trying to eat less. That may be all I have, as I did share a pork pie with Julia when she came home. I didn’t need it, but I couldn’t resist.
She also brought me a bar of chocolate. Green & Blacks Almond Milk Chocolate. It’s hard to tell whether she loves me or is trying to feed me to death. Hopefully the former. If she was trying to kill me she could have got more sugar for her money buying Cadbury’s.
That’s it really. I have done a little writing but haven’t been able to finish any submissions. Have also read a little, but only a little. Watched TV. I’m not sure this is helping me sharpen up mentally.
This is the first time in eleven days that I have felt there was light at the end of the tunnel, a feeling almost immediately squashed by the actions/inactions of the surgery.
Then there was in inaction of my bowels . . .
Normal bowel function has been restored after the Day of Inaction, as I have decided to refer to it. I did desperately need sleep and freedom from pain, but must remember that codeine and constipation are a constant danger. It’s bad enough being in pain without feeling that you are wrestling with your digestion. To give you some idea of my feelings, whilst maintaining decorum, I will merely mention that I am thinking about pine cones now. Large uncooperative pine cones.
That’s probably a good place to stop. My main regret about the day? Not having time to write a post where I could fit in the word costive. I may try that next week, as it currently describes me on a number of levels.
I am scrolling down your posts… Some medications definitely have a downside. I rarely need to go to the doctor, but if it has to do with pain medication is definitely essential (like when I had my kidney stone)…
That, from what I hear, definitely neds proper pills.
So sorry you are still unwell. I am fortunate in that I don’t get side effects from CoDydromol etc. Richard does and his only way of combating them is to either not take the medication, or take Senacot tablets or drink lots and lots of water. Best of luck 🙂
I thought I was drinking plenty of water, but was clearly wrong. This is the problem with self-prescribed co-codamol. I will be less enthusiastic next time. 🙂
Oh dear, I have things have improved since you wrote this post?
Yes, though there is still quite a way to go.
Get well soon
Thank you. I am improving. 🙂
You are really struggling. I wish that were not so. Who can resist a pork pie?
Things are gradually improving, and I’m hoping to get back in the car soon. Mobility solves a lot of problems.
So very sorry! Hope you feel better soon. Enjoy whatever chocolate comes your way.
I did. 🙂
You have hit upon the down side of many pain killers. Codeine is a menace in that respect. At least you are making your readers laugh though they may be crying too. I wish you good luck in your battle with the surgery.
There will be no resolution because the main fault is that decisions are made by people with MBAs and calculators. They don’t mind that a man who is sick over bank Holiday can’t get dressings. It’s cheaper that way.
There is no doubt that there are too many accountants about in general.
Agreed. I have several hundred words on this subject, as you may imagine. 🙂
I hope you are soon feeling back to normal, Simon. 11 days is a very long time to be sick. I had to look up the word “costive.” It made me laugh.
It is quite a jolly word for a tricky condition. Could be looking at another week yet before I get back to any sort of mobility.
Costive was a new word for me, too. 🙂 I hope you feel better soon.
I’m getting there! 🙂