I’m feeling slightly better because the infection seems to have gone. Unfortunately the other difficulties remain. This is what happens when a doctor doesn’t listen and only treats one of the two problems. As such, I am feeling well enough to make vegetable stew for tea, but would have practical difficulties if I went back to work. I will either have to get an appointment to talk to a doctor tomorrow, or pack a picnic hamper and go down to A&E again.
With sandwiches, bottled water, books and a pillow I’m sure I can pass a perfectly acceptable day surrounded by impatience and misery. And, in my case, incontinence. Oh what a joy it is to be alive. Sometimes you only appreciate things as they slip away. Of course, if you put the drama to one side, I am 99% sure they will fix it and that I will go back to not appreciating things again. It’s human nature and I am very weak.
To add to the misery, I just had a rejection. It’s from journal that has published me before, but it’s a guest editor this month. For a moment I did feel quite down, but that’s the infection rather than any sudden sensitivity.
I know how it goes. Guest editor, shiny new toy. When the publication comes out it will, despite the desire to be different, be much the same. Good writers will always get in. I will read the magazine, note the names, nod significantly as I see many of the same old names, then start reading. Some will be great, some good, some will be worse than my rejected submissions. It’s always the way . You can edit things, but you can’t make poets believe that they aren’t good enough to be published. If we were capable of believing that, there would be few poets.
Time, I think, to shrug it off, keep up my fluid intake, and plan tomorrow’s picnic. You know the old saying about lemons and lemonade? This is “When you have fifteen hours, pack a picnic and a good book.”
Robin at Clumber, Nottinghamshire
When in doubt, bung in a Robin.
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Thank you. WP can be very aggravating at times.
Good luck, Simon. A good doctor that listens is a rare thing over here, too. Wait times are getting longer as well.
Keep writing, Simon. Booking gigs for music can work much the same way. Sometimes it is easy to get into a venue, and sometimes one has to wait for the gatekeeper to change.
Thanks Lavinia. If all else fails I will bore them into submission> I have come too far to give up.
I think if you got someone to take a bed in for you that might make a point
That would be something to see. And rather satisfying. 🙂
I do hope you are seen, listened to and helped tomorrow. Or is that too much to ask?!
I had a very good conversation with the doctor, who listened, empathised and started the ball rolling. I have already had an acknowledgement that I have been referred to Urology.
Thank goodness! 😊
🙂 Yes, it restored my faith in the NHS.
A robin is always good.
Hoping to get more than one problem looked at the at the same time is very ambitious even if they affect each other. I hope that you get a doctor’s appointment. Time spent in A&E is time that you will never get back again.
Things are rolling long nicely thank you. 🙂
Of course, that can all change . . .