Blog 13 – Anger – And relax

Blog 13 – Anger – And relax

I got angry on Thursday – don’t worry it was controlled – but it didn’t do my head, my heart or my body any good. 

Anger is just plain bad. 

It was my fault. I’d built up my expectations of the day way higher than they should have been, expecting all of my questions, both known and unknown, about the treatment starting Sunday afternoon through to Monday evening to be answered. After all Mount Vernon MUST know what they are going to do to me, so surely they would tell me.

And relax. I phoned the hospital on Friday, straight to Ward 10 where I’ll be treated. I explained what I wanted to know and why I wished to know it. Helpfully the person relayed the message to someone who knew and they rang back half an hour later with the answers. Superb. Happy now.

But wait. I’m on the ward now – and they DON’T really know. 

I’ll tell you what – I’ll let you know after it has happened – then it will be correct.

Back to Thursday: So, I’d been told that a blood test would be done on Sunday evening, then I got a call on Wednesday to say that a blood test would be done on Thursday – which it was at 1pm, then at 2.15 I was told I’d have another blood test done at 4.15 – when we were due to be on our way to Liverpool. So at 4.15 I refused. 

Back to Sunday: And so, I had a blood test today (Sunday evening).
Next I was told that I’d be able to come home at 6pm on Monday – and arranged my transport – then I was told it would be between 7 and 7.30, now I’m told it could be anytime after 7 – so, I decided to stay in hospital on Monday night as I’d have to come back to hospital for 10.10 on Tuesday morning. And I told Aziz and Bill of the new arrangements.

I’ll tell you what – I’ll let you know after it has happened – then it will be correct.

And relax I said!