Good morning all from a sunny Glasgow, where it 13°C.
A timely reminder Whiff. My mother, a nurse, refused treatment for a basal cell carcinoma. She died in agony, after it ate into her face and eye.
Last year, I had three patches of Stage one cancer on my face treated, after my GP dismissed them as nothing to worry about!
I made such a fuss, due to my mother, he eventually agreed to send photos to the dermatologist.
Two days later, I had a diagnosis.
Today, DH has a kidney scan. I don't know whether I want them to find something or not!
It was requested by the GP, who has been treating him for the last month. She had never mentioned requesting a scan, however.it looks like she must have been thinking along the same lines as the GP, DH saw on Tuesday.
Yesterday morning was pretty stressful; On Tuesday at bedtime, I realised I hadn't received my new Blue Badge, which is due up next week.
Due to the ongoing troubles of DH, it had slipped my mind.
I emailed the LA, but got no read receipt, so decided to go to the Council Offices, when picking up DH's new prescriptions, which just happens to be across from the pharmacy.
Fortunately I had printed out any correspondence, just in case.
I spoke to a very kind agent, who said the system was saying I hadn't paid the fee. On producing the receipt, he checked and saw it hadn't been allocated it to my account. No badge had been ordered.😱
He promised to speak to a colleague. Later, I received an email, saying I had never confirmed my ID, they could not find my documents. 🤬
I had to submit proof of ID all over again, which meant rescanning everything. I swamped them with ID.🤣
Within an hour, I had received an email, informing me, my badge had been ordered. I could have wept with relief.
I was struggling to walk to the pharmacy, sadly thinking of the days, when I used to run along the Main Street, I never walked, even in school..
Once in the pharmacy, I asked the assistant if she could ask the pharmacist for advice on my folliculitis, which is bothering me a lot. None of the treatments was working.
She asked, why I didn't go back to my GP. I asked if she was joking. Didn't she know, one appointment per condition at the surgery. This condition is minor, in relation to what is going on. I need to prioritise.
I was sitting waiting for DH's meds, when an assistant called my mame and handed me a prescription. I was confused, because my name was on it and I had no prescription to pick up.
The pharmacist had given me a special shampoo, prescribed under minor ailments service.
The staff are so kind to me,♥️
Before we leave for the hospital, I am going to make biscuits for the fundraiser tomorrow. Obviously, I can't be, where there are crowds, so I need to find other ways to support.
Wishing you a pleasant day, folks.
