Oh my days! Seems to be the current way of expressing surprise/ anxiety.
Well … Oh my nights! Last night was a good one. I kept surprising myself by being asleep, until after 07.00. It is so good to wake up with the feeling that getting out of bed won’t be a trauma.
I flexed, fed T, reminded him of ‘social club’ and we were off in good time.
I pondered over where to take H. The rain was absolutely steaming down, as forecast, so the shorter Castle Meadows route was my choice. It was strangely deserted. For some unknown reason.
That boat is riding high which is evidence that the river is a little bit high. Or even massively high. Various flooded fields confirm this and it is one reason we did not walk at Pangbourne Meadows yesterday. They are spongy when it is dry.
H seemed quite happy to dash around, particularly so when the rain eased off. Most of our walk was mainly dry. She was even more interested in the dog sausage treat I had in my pocket.
Next up was a trip to the surgery to pick up tablets for both of us. Before I continue, I must sing highest praises for the receptionist who kept her head so kindly whilst everyone around seemed to be losing theirs.
I had ordered our tablets on Monday. When things are working as they should, I get texts and codes to pick them up from the dispensing machine. I had received nothing so made my way to the surgery in Goring.
The reception area was busy. It is usually fairly quiet. There seem to be more people with face to face appointments now. I was there for over half an hour whilst they hunted out our medicines which seemed to have gone awol. When they eventually found mine they were not correct- a packet of one of the tablets was missing. T’s were not to be found at all.
In amongst all this, the poor receptionist was busy with the list below:
- A furriner lady carrying a baby whose car was trapped in the car park and wanted to leave
- another lady was waiting for a prescription
- A man in NHS kit was trying to collect mail for the JR in Oxford
- another bloke whose prescription had gone missing
- another man whose medicine was not available and needed a replacement suggestion
- An elderly man who was returning a plastic box of kit that a doctor had left after a home visit
- some elderly gent who was fussing over his next appointment
- Continuing to try to hunt down the owner of the car that was still trapping the lady with the baby in the car park
- someone who wanted a replacement ADHD form printing for her accompanying teenage son, who had lost the original. The clue might lie on the ADHD bit. Then she discovered she was at the wrong surgery and should have been at their Woodcote branch
- and there was the lady who DID NOT EVER want to be asked again if she had to pay for her pre eruptions, or maybe I mean prescriptions
- more hunting for our medicines
- telephone calls
- I was brought my corrected medicines
- asking me to return while they hunted down T’s tablets – one of which they could not get hold of: Memantine – his Alzheimer’s drug. Luckily I have a month in hand, without it life could be ‘interesting’
- As I may have said the Receptionist was brilliant, unlike the grumpy member of staff who had to move her car for baby lady
- Baby lady had parked in a ‘naughty’ place for staff only
- And so on
I arrived home and the phone rang. They had located T’s medicines – all held up because his asthma inhaler needs to be kept in the fridge. His Memantine is proving tricky to get hold of.
When I collected T from Day Care I was waylaid by the nice lady from Oxford Dementia Care who asked me if I would like a carers’ assessment. Funnily enough, it was only this morning that I was thinking about that very thing. However, it can be a double edged sword.
I’ve had to block some purportedly American shyster on FB. Making me nervous. Perhaps I will take myself off it altogether.
And as for WordPress filling up my inbox with this crap-
Thought for the Day
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