This week has been a mixed bag. As regular readers will know, I’ve been waiting ages for an X-ray. I was initially told it would take 12 weeks, after the nurse practitioner put the request through as ‘routine.’ Well, 12 weeks passed, so did 14 weeks, so I insisted I see a GP. I had to wait 2 weeks to see the GP, but she was wonderful. I spent over 20 minutes with her talking about my hearing issues, and my shoulder/arm. She had me perform a number of moves, and stated that if it were a break, it would have healed by now and wouldn’t still be swollen. The doctor suspects I have a bad dislocation, and soft tissue damage. She offered me pain meds though I declined; I’ve heard bad things about people getting addicted to pain meds. I’ll ‘struggle’ on with paracetamol for now. She said she’d chase up the X-ray, and book me in for physiotherapy. Merely one day later, the surgery called me and gave me an appointment date for the X-ray, and my first physiotherapy session, both in April. Neither are at the local surgery, nor the local hospital which is a bummer especially given the cost of petrol here, but I accepted anyway. I just want it sorted out.

On the downside, my son has had an infected leg for a week now. He’s had one course of antibiotics, though the wound he has is still ‘seeping’ a little. He phoned first thing Friday for more meds and was told they’d get back to him. Over 3 hours later they called back, stated there were now no appointments, and he could book one for 2 weeks’ time, or call back Monday to see if there’s been a cancellation. The GP apparently won’t give him more meds unless he sees him. Good job I didn’t talk to them! He’s now going to keep extra vigilance, and if needs be, I’ll take him to the local A&E. If I do need to take him, I’ll make d*mn sure they know why we’re there! With this kind of shoddy service, and receptionists who know Jack Squat, it’s no wonder A&E are complaining that they are overrun.

The landlord has finally got the glass to replace the broken window. They asked to come Saturday – hardly any notice, or Monday. I suggested Monday as I’ll be home, though as of Friday lunchtime, they still hadn’t confirmed. Honestly, they’re almost as bad as the landlord who had moved to Oz!

Lastly, I was ticked off with the postman this week. Our mail service over Christmas was abysmal, and it’s not much better now. I’ve been waiting for my credit card bill. It’s time sensitive in that if I don’t clear it on time then I’ll pay interest. Anyway, it arrived this week, already opened! It’s clearly addressed to me, and my address is clear too. My son stated that when the neighbour went out to call their cat, they posted it through. So not only did the postman deliver it to the wrong address, but the neighbour also opened it! This is my credit card statement and it’s personal. My son couldn’t understand why I was cross. Breathe…

The weekend is almost upon us. I have a normal shift tomorrow, then Sunday I’m working 3 hours overtime. I’ll be tired, no doubt, though the extra money will be well received. The weather here in the UK is forecast to be fantastic for the next few days :) Have a great weekend, enjoy the sunshine if you get it.