How can I describe today? A bit bipolar maybe … Fleur’s exam results were due out early and she had been asked to go into school because Meridian TV would be filming. Around 08.30 they were due out.
At the same time I would be at the dreaded Royal Berks for a pre-op assessment. All of it enough to stress me out.
I left home early and was at RBH around 07.00 for my 09.15 appointment. I only got lost once, in a fairly traffic – free Reading, as I hunted out the Multi storey car park. Which was fairly empty.
I was grateful to the coffee shop that was open whilst the rest of the hospital was going through the process of waking up. And workers were arriving along with the lost and anxious, people like me.
I pitched up at 08.30 at the pre-op place and was seen almost straight away. I had some questions to answer including about sleep apnea, including about whether I sleep during the day ( who wouldn’t if you wake up at 05.00 or swim before 09.00) which resulted in me being given a machine to investigate my sleep patterns.
I objected when they told me I had to return it on Tuesday. ANOTHER trip to Reading. It has left me deeply annoyed. Another opportunity to get lost and not find the car park. And then not find a parking space. Or merely another trip there at 07.00. As Pen is visiting, the inconvenience will be magnified.
Whilst all the tests were going on, I was notified of F’s GCSE results. There is a smart brain in the family! 6 grade 9s and 4 grade 8s. And her marks showed two of those 8s were one mark off a 9. And some of the 9s were well over the grade boundary.
So very well done F.
I dashed home to let H out. She has been short changed today. I might even have had time to take her for a walk if I had not thought our imminent, and about to be disastrous, carers meeting was at 12.00 when in fact it was at 1.00pm.
Burt was obviously up for a chat as I went to the car. I was not. He got short shrift when he decided to help me reverse into the road and I told him not to. He would just be in the way. ( I didn’t tell him that) I pointed out I had a camera to do that job.
Fleur and Ali were at Pierreponts so another dash to see them and congratulate F.
And then I headed towards Letcombe Regis to Court Hill – a new rural venu. Because of my muddle over time, I thought I was 40 mins late, when, in fact, I was 20 mins early.
It was pouring with rain by now and very windy. And the gates to Court Hill were firmly locked with unwelcoming no entry signs in place. Goodness knows what you would do if you were staying in their accommodation .
Their answering machine gave no clues apart from saying they were open every day. It lies.
I communicated with the others, who were on their way, and fairly disgusted, we headed for Wantage to the local museum tea room/ cafe who did a great job feeding us. So there we relaxed and chatted.
The Satnav had brought me to Court Hill by the bumpiest, most winding route possible but it allowed me to return home via the sensible one. It was still wet.
H was pleased to see me. I was very glad to be home and somewhat tired. No sooner had I eyed up the bed and I found Janet at the door.
No peace for me today. Her husband had died suddenly in South Africa earlier this year. Sepsis apparently. She found Staysure ( also their insurers) as unhelpful as they were with us, with endless bureaucratic form filling in, calculated to put claimants off. But a death certainly required perseverance.
After she left, I did get to relax and that was the end of things. Thank goodness.
I will overlook mentioning the dreaded Paula… who has risen from the ashes.
Thought for the Day
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