Oooh i'm just so mad. I telephoned the lovely receptionist for my surgeon/consultant today to ask if the results were back yet for my biopsy as i had been instructed to call. After taking all my details she finally says "oh yes they're here on the screen in front of me....but i can't tell you".
Well, thanks. A whole bunch. I explained that the surgeon is 90% sure anyway, and that he ahd told me to ring, but no she has to check with him first and then get back to me. Great, so i can wait until the 25th may, which is far too long away to find out, or i can continue to call you every day and bug you until you give in and tell me. Your choice. Argh!
It's like they are playing god, the I know but you don't little game. It is so frustrating. So today ended up being a sad day :( with a few tears. I'm fed up, of not knowing, of not being able to take a shower without a carrier bag wrapped around my neck, of needing a stupid number of pillows to sleep on, of having to sleep on my back, of the itchiness of the silly waterproof plaster covering the scar, of having to take a tablet three times a day and forgetting every time, of having people stare at me. One man actually moved around my mum to get a better look, how rude is that?
Sorry for the rant. Sometimes it's needed to just vent frustration!
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