More frustrations. I still feel as if I have been left high and dry. I wait for a date to go back to hospital so they can insert the stent. It looks as though I will have to chase it up myself if I have heard nothing in the next couple of days. Not even notification of a scan result; it makes me feel like a non person.
We had problems trying to get some more syringes for the flush. None of the Newport chemists seem to stock them so we went to St Mary’s A&E where they grudgingly parted with half a dozen to keep us going for the next few days. I will have to get them on prescription now, apparently. Nice of them to let me know nearly two months down the line.
Then the GP surgery were unable to find my repeat prescription for more Warfarin. I don’t think this is paranoia on my part, but I am beginning to feel somewhat persecuted by all this. I need to project a primeval scream into the ether. Maybe some therapeutic painting instead…..
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