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Today is not a good hips day, in fact today is an I wouldn't be voluntarily upright if I could avoid it day. I'm not quite sure why, but sleeping 14 hours on the couch may have something to do with it -- oh, hang on, I know exactlty why, it was the hour's delay in my appointment at the hospital yesterday, the one where my hip got gradually worse the longer I sat in their waiting area.... (which would be the reason I conked out on the couch last night)
(And all for a sub-five minute appointment that said 'you're shoulder's fine now, ask for another referral when it gets bad again' - I do like a doctor with a realistic view of hypermobility).
So of course I had errands that needed to be run, one of which could only be run today and another of which I've been forgetting to do for the last fortnight. Thank god for the wheelchair.
So I've driven up to the hospital and had the pre-op blood test, that one was the had to be done today job - they actually said 3 to 5 days pre-op, but I'm not sure the walk-in blood tests are open at weekends. And really, was moving them out of the main building into one where they're up quite a steep path, with a heavy door at the top a good idea ? Ironically there were two members of staff standing outside, and as best I could make out one was being 'counselled' on improving his attitude to patients, guess which one stepped over to help.
And then we played hunt the vein. I used to be terrible at blood tests, possibly because I'd had so many, I gave up being a blood donor the day all five nurses in the trailer queued up for a try at my veins because I was so challenging, but they assured me when I was an inpatient over Christmas that I was back to being no worse than normal. Apparently I'm back to being a trial. The nurse had multiple tries in both arms, and said she'd never had anything quite like it, she could feel she was on the vein, but it slid aside every time she tried to get in. I wonder if it's a bendy thing.
And seeing as I was up there anyway I checked out where I need to go on Wednesday, so at least I'll be less stressed about that aspect of things.
Then I drove over to Rochester, diverting bsck home to pick up the prescription I'd completely forgotten to take with me, even though that was the one I keep forgetting... And as I was in the chemists anyway I took the opportunity to pick up something else:
"Oh, and I need some of whatever's the strongest OTC painkiller"
Strange look from the assistant: "So what kind of pain is it for?"
"I don't know yet, I'm having surgery on Wednesday and they told me to make sure I had some of the strongest OTC painkiller in the house."
"Ah, okay, we have this one, which is paracetamol and dihydrocodeine."
"Ah, no, I have a strange relationship with dihydrocodeine"
"There's this one with codeine?"
"And codeine too"
(And all for a sub-five minute appointment that said 'you're shoulder's fine now, ask for another referral when it gets bad again' - I do like a doctor with a realistic view of hypermobility).
So of course I had errands that needed to be run, one of which could only be run today and another of which I've been forgetting to do for the last fortnight. Thank god for the wheelchair.
So I've driven up to the hospital and had the pre-op blood test, that one was the had to be done today job - they actually said 3 to 5 days pre-op, but I'm not sure the walk-in blood tests are open at weekends. And really, was moving them out of the main building into one where they're up quite a steep path, with a heavy door at the top a good idea ? Ironically there were two members of staff standing outside, and as best I could make out one was being 'counselled' on improving his attitude to patients, guess which one stepped over to help.
And then we played hunt the vein. I used to be terrible at blood tests, possibly because I'd had so many, I gave up being a blood donor the day all five nurses in the trailer queued up for a try at my veins because I was so challenging, but they assured me when I was an inpatient over Christmas that I was back to being no worse than normal. Apparently I'm back to being a trial. The nurse had multiple tries in both arms, and said she'd never had anything quite like it, she could feel she was on the vein, but it slid aside every time she tried to get in. I wonder if it's a bendy thing.
And seeing as I was up there anyway I checked out where I need to go on Wednesday, so at least I'll be less stressed about that aspect of things.
Then I drove over to Rochester, diverting bsck home to pick up the prescription I'd completely forgotten to take with me, even though that was the one I keep forgetting... And as I was in the chemists anyway I took the opportunity to pick up something else:
"Oh, and I need some of whatever's the strongest OTC painkiller"
Strange look from the assistant: "So what kind of pain is it for?"
"I don't know yet, I'm having surgery on Wednesday and they told me to make sure I had some of the strongest OTC painkiller in the house."
"Ah, okay, we have this one, which is paracetamol and dihydrocodeine."
"Ah, no, I have a strange relationship with dihydrocodeine"
"There's this one with codeine?"
"And codeine too"
"You're allergic?"
"No, they just don't work"
"Oh!"
We settled on Ibuprofen ;)
