Scary Words
I have great respect for doctors and nurses. Great respect. Particularly those who work in the NHS. Far too much work for bugger all pay. Treated like crap by those in management and whined at by most of the public (yes, myself included). I just thought I’d preface this post with this so that people realise that this is coming from a place of panic and worry about my Mum. K? We clear? Sorry to all you lovely medical professionals.
There was supposed to be a scan at 10 o’clock this morning. It still had not happened at 4pm. This is my mother, people. Now I know this is selfish and that every person in there is someone’s mother, father, sister, brother, daughter, son, friend, lover, husband, wife but this is MY MOTHER. OKAY?! If you say you are going to do a scan at 10am then do the bloody scan at 10am or, at the very freakin’ least, advise when it is going to happen.
There have been some fairly scary words floated around as well. The calm way Dad has been taking it all made me wonder if I was just over-reacting. Then I phoned my aunt, who has her head screwed on right, to let her know and she reacted in the same way I did. Good. Freak outs necessary.
I just want to see my Mum, y’know. But visiting times are 3-5pm and if you are feeling even a teeny bit ill you can forget doing anywhere near the wards. Right now I look like zombies have had a go so I’ll probably be stopped at the first roadblock.
But today can’t get any worse right? Oh except smiley smiley Heath Ledger is dead. I mean, come on, seriously, WTF? I’m not sure how to feel about that.
I’m not sure how to feel about anything today.
