I get up ready for zumba but hubby has a large swelling on his elbow and the surgery won't see him until the first week of February.   I ring again, that is not good enough,  he has cancer,  open wounds a prosthetic leg and they want to leave  him in pain again.  I ask if we can go private but it is now two hours since I called and as promised no one has called me back.   Hubby is upset, he is stopping me from leading a life he says,  I tell him what is done is done and we have no choice but to go with how he is feeling.  This is why he gets cross because he is aware that life is being ruled by his illness and you always take it out on the one you love.   Our nephew had his knee op yesterday,  a plate and six pins, he is a PGA golfer and needs both legs, so it's a big thing for him.  He texts to say he has had to stay overnight as every time he stands up he faints!  He is so like my brother, his Dad, that I smile to myself,  he can't stand,  doctors,  demtists or blood.   I had to have a blood transfusion once and the nurse had to drape a tea towel over the bag so he didn't faint when he visited!!  Anyway I'll give them another hour and I will call again, I know reception have a hard job but hubby is having a harder life. See you tomorrow. 

Hi there.  It is difficult when you can see everyone's point of view but sometimes you just have to put your loved one first.  I have sat in the waiting room at the GP surgery and seen/heard the staff there taking so much abuse and funnily enough it is often not the major things that you could unerstand but patients seem to kick off over such minor things sometimes.  I am not putting you in that category!  I am too much the other way.  There are two separate surgeries which constitute our local GPs' surgery.  I sat for half an hour last time I went before realising that I was in the wrong place but hadn't liked to ask because I knew how busy they all were.  Silly signing-in pc lets you sign in for either surgery whether you are supposed to be there or not.  If a helpful receptionist hadn't asked if I was there I would probably still be sitting there now.

I know, that is why I am always polite to them!  I worked for Her Majesties court services and every week I had to do a day on Reception,  the abuse people aim at you because they are angry is awful but it should be 8n your nature not to abuse others trying to help.   We did the same as you, two parts of surgery and we hadn't heard them call us, so sat waiting patiently until we realised

I dread to think what the wind is like up your way.  I had done a temporary repair on my back garden fence (after the last heavy winds) but it has gone all haywire again overnight.  It will just have to stay like that for the moment.  And I will have to apologise to the (very nice) family who live behind me because my fence is now leaning a bit on theirs.  It doesn't help that the people who live a bit further down the road have bunged a load of rubbish into the gap between the fences and I had to climb over that to reach my own fence from behind in order to push it up.  Still, it'll get sorted eventually. 

I worked in public sector housing for most of my career and though I was the manager of my office and didn't have to do much of the counter work I always tried to do a session from time to time to keep my hand in so to speak.  Most people were lovely and understanding but my goodness there were some awful people who felt the world owed them a living.  I often felt like saying "Shall I come round and wipe your a..e  for you while I am doing (whatever minor thing they were moaning about)" but of course I didn't.

It's extremely windy but all the snow has gone.  Our neighbour does fencing as a side line so ours are pretty sturdy  Anyway the surgery finally call me and we have an appointment this afternoon.   It just goes to show that shy bairns get nowt.  As they say up North.  My nephew is home but I will not go to see him as the appointment is in the middle of the afternoon.   I go to zumba but am so unfit I struggle through  the class, now the snow has gone I can go for a walk each day, as long as I don't get blown over.  I get home and hubby is unhappy with his wound dressings so we do them again.  This has been weeks now and I am worried about them not healing at all.  Hopefully the folic acid will start working soon and I notice he is shaking with the effort of moving.  It's distressing but there is nothing more that can be done and being a man he doesn't want to upset me more, so he says nothing.  You see all these people saying I won't let cancer beat me, but it's beating us Down.  See you tomorrow. Xx

I have actually had a nice day!  No snow, wind or rain and I'm taking a friend out for her birthday lunch.  All I have to do is patch hubby up, empty the bins put the washing  out and I'm off.  I make sure hubby is going to be alright going to the surgery on his own,he has had a better night after ten mils of fluid has gone from his elbow.  Our younger her daughter is coming home for half term and will be here when we hopefully get some results.  I pick my friend up and we go shopping and have lunch.  I find a pair of velcro slippers in the sale that hubby can wear on both feet without struggling and hurting  his toe or trying to walk with one shoe and one slipper!  A bargain jumper in the woolen mill for me and a book for Harry who is seven next month.   Back home hubby seems happy and they have given him a spray on plaster,  which she says is the last resort,  she has run out of ideas!!  I'm using old fashioned vaseline and this seems better than all the fancy seaweed, silver and all the other supposedly better remedies.   I am at the dentist tomorrow to be fitted for a guard for my teeth. I have practically ground them away over the past year so after nearly seventy years of hanging on to them I need some help A positively normal day.WOW. x

Hello.  Glad you enjoyed your day out.  The weather has reverted to wet and windy here in London; yesterday was okay - given the time of year - but today is horrid.  I just brought Muffin the dog in and he has rubbed himself all over the furniture and carpets  to get the wet out of his curly hair.  He wouldn't let me rub him down with a towel.  I bought him a squashy ball in the reduced bin in the supermarket but he seems to have bitten through it already.  The label says "This toy is strong but not indestructible..............."

Richmond - another memory of my youth.  I was camping with  the girl guides just outside there; we were pitched on a farm.  The farmer's son was the subject of great admiration by the older guides.  One night one of my friends and I snuck out of our tents and went to meet him.  All totally innocent; we sat and drank one small bottle of cider between the three of us and that was it really.  Unfortunately one of the younger guides noticed I was missing and went to tell Captain.  We were found and had to spend the last two days of camp cleaning the cooking pots.  Oh dear.  I was blamed for being the ringleader which annoyed me.  My friend was annoyed that it was said she just followed me whereas she felt she was quite capable of getting into trouble by herself.  But I came back and stayed at the farm at the invitation of the farmer and his wife; it all petered out but it was a nice summer.

Look after yourself and keep a good stock of wine bottles; you don't half work hard.

Thanks for the lovely story, it's nice to here others lives!   Well after being allergic to the new plasters which inflamed his wound badly I resorted to slapping Elizabeth Arden eight hour cream on his bum,  despite him objecting loudly, as he was face down at the time he didn't have much choice and lo and behold today it looks a lot better.   Anyway he spent all day in his wheelchair and things look a little better,  pity he wouldn't do this three weeks ago, it would have saved a lot of time and worry for all of us  we are cancelling the nurse tomorrow as nothing is infected and going to the surgery causes more problems than it solves.   Hopefully we can get to our important scan on Tuesday without much damage.  He fell out of bed last night (I don't know how as he has a whole double bed to himself )  so being jammed down the side of the bed and cabinet didn't give him much room to manoeuvre,  my daughter sent us a mattress topping from John Lewis for his bed sores but he is like the princess and the pea on top of it and this meant he fell further than he would normally,  oh well swings and roundabouts and all that!  Anyway a day at home for us both as my legs ached so much this morning I was staggering around like a little old lady (I know I'm rapidly reaching seventy but I still feel young)  until this morning that is.!!  Beef again for tea to build him up and perhaps hId wounds are on the mend.  See you tomorrow. Xx

He's knocked the plaster off his toe again so first job of the day! But he managed to stay in bed this time.  I have had a horrible nights sleep I am grinding my teeth and chewing the inside of my mouth, thus the dentist visit last week to have a splint made, this gives me horizon headaches and my first thing in the morning is two paracetamol with my cup of tea,  instead of toast!  Hubby is being good and using his wheelchair so I am optomistic that he should heal.  We seem to be in a different head space due to the scan tomorrow it is giving us a goal. Apart from the usual housework I seem to be having a more gentle day and tea is left overs so no cooking either.   Our lovely neighbour pops in for a man chat and this cheers him up no end.   Friends want us to go out but I explain that we will let them know when he is ready, I think the folic acid is kicking in and that this will help with the lethargy he seems to have..  Not much else to report,  see you after scan tomorrow. Xx