| lesley153
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"I never was good with words."
'Tis a huge fib! But smileys are good, and these are good smileys - thank you. :) |
Reply #781. Jun 29 10, 12:26 PM
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| Professer
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We all love and care for you lesley thats all that counts.
Reply #782. Jun 29 10, 12:56 PM
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| lesley153
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Thank you, Gary - I think that's all I need.
((((())))) |
Reply #783. Jun 29 10, 1:00 PM
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Deunan 
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Exactly what Professer said....
Reply #784. Jun 29 10, 1:31 PM
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| lesley153
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| Thanks, Deunan. Ooh is that a cake I see before me? |
Reply #785. Jun 29 10, 6:14 PM
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MarchHare007
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Oh My Lesley - being cared and looked after by a GP would come as Such a Severe Shock. lol
And exactly what you Should have. :)
Errr .... care and being looked after I mean....:$
(((((((((((((((Lesley))))))))))))
Reply #786. Jun 29 10, 6:42 PM
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MarchHare007
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Happy FT birthday Deunan. :)
*mmmmm....caaaaake* ;)
Reply #787. Jun 29 10, 6:43 PM
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| lesley153
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"...care and being looked after..."
Not cake, then?
I have had kind, competent, communicative GPs in the past, and I hope to have one again before too long.
Can I have my cake now please? |
Reply #788. Jun 29 10, 6:46 PM
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Deunan
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Thanks! The cake is gluten free and ready to serve. No ice cream though. It melted on the way from the kitchen.
Reply #789. Jun 29 10, 7:09 PM
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| Lochalsh
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Here's a little something to accompany that cake, and it's good for what ails you!
 http://snipurl.com/ydiee [www_tuvinoencasa_com]
¡Que viva Lesley, y que viva España!
Reply #790. Jun 29 10, 9:15 PM
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| lesley153
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A nice rioja and a three-tier gluten-free cake with Trekkie jumping out of it - my happiness is complete. :)
Last night I was on a roll and decided to go out for a cool, mid-evening shop, but first to share my snippet of news with my little bro. SIL answered. SIL usually manages to sound as though she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. If she's had a bad day, you think someone's died.
I told it wasn't a chat, just a quick call to tell her that I had registered with a new GP. She squealed with delight.
"That's wonderful! Congratulations!"
And then she said she hoped the new people wouldn't treat me badly. Well that's the whole point of the change - to get decent care. No, that's not what she meant. The new people might be unpleasant to me because I'd left my old GP, or he might have told them what a difficult patient I'd been. Look on the bright side, why don't you! It's like saying put up with the bullying - if you change schools you'll probably get bullied at the new school too. Of course I hope he won't stoop that low. And I would hope the new people will have the sense and intelligence to see for themselves, not to rely on the word of someone who has just lost a patient. I just said I hope they're as pleasant to me as I shall be to them.
(It occurs to me, with much hindsight, that an impartial outsider might look at my notes - presented with breathing difficulties April 2009, diagnosed with heart failure by the hospital April 2010 - and wonder what the hell he'd been doing for me for a whole year. It also occurs to me that if he has half a brain he will be bricking it at the prospect of explaining himself. Perhaps he'll say it's all my fault for being uncooperative.)
Then she started asking about the timetable, what's this on Thursday - is it the operation? It's not the operation. What's Papworth (a hospital) and where is it - somewhere in London? No, it's near Cambridge. So I went through it again, what's happening when, and that Jonathan will come up to drive me there, and hang around till I'm back on the ward.
"Jonathan's taking you?"
Yes - in my car. :p
"You can put Jonathan on your insurance?"
Yes, I've done it before.
"You can do that?"
Yes, I put him on it when he came up to take me to meet the surgeon in May, and he's also driven it through London and to the West Country...
"But if God forbid Jonathan has an accident, won't your motor insurance cost more?"
Aaargh!
She always has been a right little ray of sunshine, with no sense of priorities, and not much conception of the meaning of "quick call." I must remember that next time I call. Make sure I have a large box of tissues at hand, and remember to allow at least ten minutes for a call to say yes or no.
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Reply #791. Jun 30 10, 4:37 AM
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| Professer
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Sounds like she needs a slapping into reality and not be such a ungraciopuys person.
Just had a phone call from Doctors surgery, Doctor needs me to go in asap said tmw is out which it is and friday am at the hospital at 9am so balls back in Doctors court, is to do with blood problem.
Reply #792. Jun 30 10, 5:35 AM
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| lesley153
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I don't know when she started not just seeing the worst in everything but apparently seeking the worst in everything, and I have no idea when her sense of priorities deserted her - if she's ever had one. I just know that it gets very wearing.
Jonathan's had a clean licence for four years, and driven his cars, my car, a hire car and minibuses, without mishap. A few months ago, he drove a minibus, full of orchestra people, from London to Canterbury for the weekend. The last thing on my mind right now is the effect that an accident might have on my motor premiums.
Goodness everything's happening at once. Let us know how you get on, please. |
Reply #793. Jun 30 10, 6:43 AM
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| Professer
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Update Lesley phone went 5 mins ago surgery again Doctor wants to phone me tomorrow morning is her day off today so must be urgent. Is the blood count thing.
Reply #794. Jun 30 10, 6:53 AM
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| lesley153
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| Goodness - could a solution be in sight? |
Reply #795. Jun 30 10, 7:44 AM
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Deunan
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Fingers crossed there is an answer to what has been giving you health issues, Prof.
Reply #796. Jun 30 10, 8:49 AM
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Deunan
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Lesley, I so hope everything you need to be healthier comes together. Not knowing is bad enough. Knowing and having a doctor who has no interest in resolution is worse.
Best of luck!
Reply #797. Jun 30 10, 9:01 AM
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| lesley153
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Thanks, Deunan, for both of us. One who has no interest is precisely what I'm giving the boot. Let's hope he doesn't try to make things awkward because I might just be able to make things awkward for him.
The surgery I visited on Tuesday (yesterday) looks very well run. The one I'm leaving is still steam-driven.
Yesterday, when I was sitting in the waiting room filling forms in, someone went past and asked if I waiting for someone. Last time I went to see the practice nurse, an old friend came in and announced herself before joining me. Last time she'd been, she'd forgotten to tell reception she was there, and everyone went home. She's sitting and waiting and presumably nobody wondered or cared who she was and what she was doing there. Friendly! |
Reply #798. Jun 30 10, 10:23 AM
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| Professer
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Hell thats dreadful way to run a surgery,Lets all hope your new one will sort things for the better even a 10% improvement on old one is a improvement, but from what you have said sounds like it's a 1005 for you.
I have to say even though my Doctor is on her day off she has gone out of her way to help me and will ring me tomorrow. shows what a good doctor will do or can do.
I am expecting either tablets or a masive iron imjection to boost things and i am trying hard to eat but still do not feel like it at times, had a banana at lunch and am cooking Lemon chicken as we speak. :)
Reply #799. Jun 30 10, 10:30 AM
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| lesley153
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Ooh the Gary special - lemon chicken. I hope it's delicious and gives you a boost.
Just remembered a nice little conversation yesterday with the manager of the post office. I'd gone in to pay bills. There's a run of shops - supermarket, fish and chip shop, florist, bookies, newsagent/post office, and pub. Last time I saw her, I told her about some dire parking outside, and she said nothing surprises her any more. There's a row of painted parking spaces, and the end one is a disabled one. A little red van with a ladder on top was parked - sideways - in the last two spaces before the disabled one.
I would have parked in the disabled space, but it would have boxed him in. With hindsight, I wish I had, but still. When I left the post office, I spotted a teenage boy sitting in the van. I said "let me know when you've passed your test, and learnt how to park properly." He didn't answer, but the postman standing next to me, emptying the post box, said "Take his number. Go on, get his number and give it to the police."
I found a piece of paper and a pencil and stood in front of the van, writing the registration number down. By now, the boy had scrambled out of the van, and broken the sound barrier running into the bookies. A man old enough to know better came out, and said "Why didn't you come and get me? I was only in the bookies." That is so wrong on so many levels, where do you start? "I don't care where you were. There is nowhere here that would be an adequate excuse for the way you parked. And why should I go looking for you?" (In deference to the nanny filter, this is not actually verbatim.)
The police weren't interested in following it up, but did make a good suggestion - that the man will have been frightened by my taking his number, and won't do it again. I don't know if he has, but I haven't seen him. That's good enough.
So yesterday I told her about the little man with the red van, and she told me about a woman who'd come in to pay a parking fine, and explained that she'd parked in a disabled bay. Translation: "I'm expecting sympathy. All I did was park in a rotten stupid disabled space - I don't know what all the fuss is about."
She didn't get sympathy. She got her head bitten off.
"My husband is disabled, and he needs these spaces. You deserved to get a ticket."
I do wish I'd been there to see her face. :) |
Reply #800. Jun 30 10, 12:20 PM
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