Today I have taken a days holiday as I had a neurology appointment at 11.45. One stupid appointment time for anyone who actually works! I decided that I really didn't want to drive to Kings Hill, work for approximately 2.5 hours then drive back to Ashford (I spent just over half an hour in William Harvey) before driving back and working for 3ish hours before heading eastwards again. 120 miles of driving for 30 minutes where I was pretty much told nothing didn't really equate to me!
I will admit I approve of the new car park system at the hospital, disabled parking has been moved and you now pay fpor the time you are there...so rather than the usual £2.50 parking fee when I panic I won't get out before it runs out, I just paid as I left. But the appointment itself was a waste of my and Dr Samuel's time. It didn't start well as I decided to have an asthma attack (Dr Bull who I saw for arthritis was more worried about me than any of the nurses!) so my blood pressure was rather high - but the nurse just said it would go down when I calmed down...
During my chat with Dr Samuels it transpired that Dr Hargroves (or maybe Hargreaves) hasn't released the results of the genetic tests done on my blood - nearly 2 years ago now! But he has agreed to confirm that I am not a carrier of Fabray's disease - so thankfully I haven't risked passing a nasty disorder on to Mikey. I also found out that Dr Vella, who I saw as I got pregnant (not literally) and was going to keep an eye on my diabetes and look into this odd gene they discovered, has now retired and all his notes and results are now with my mysterious other consultant. I have a feeling I am now a test/research subject. The least they could have done is ask me first! Apparently there are other tests he wants to put me through, unfortunately I have a feeling one involves a large plastic pot and collections over 24 or 48 hours...I am not doing that one while I'm at work!
As today is technically a holiday I stopped off at Waitrose on my way home to find something I wanted to eat. For the last few weeks now I keep going through phases when eating is the last thing I want to do. My Mum actually asked if I was pregnant last night as I'm being sick most mornings! I could happily assure her that the only way I could be was through divine intervention and we should prepare for the second coming... I have a feeling Mikey wouldn't approve of a sibling anyway! He seems to enjoy getting all the attention and I doubt sharing would happen too easily!
I did talk to him about driving though...I am getting very aware that by the end of the week when I'm getting tired stupid things such as moving my left leg to change gear are more difficult and painful...I am seriously considering changing to an automatic so I don't have to do that... I suppose I could look for a job nearer home, but I do like and enjoy my job and, on the whole, most of the people I work with are friendly and easy to get on with. Also they have let me rediscover my love of business training. They are getting bespoke training courses at much less than employing a training company though...so I guess it is a win/win situation! My next project is a customer service course, possibly tougher than the previous 4 I've written as it is going to challenge long cemented mind sets to radically change...
