Today's Near Disaster

[chrishansenhome]

I have scheduled visits to my GP's practice each day for my injection. I am feeling slightly better (but not out of the woods yet) and feel that the injections and the pill are helping.

So this morning I get a call from the GP's surgery where the receptionist said, brightly, "Sorry, Nurse E is ill today and we've cancelled your appointment." "But, but, I need this antibiotic desperately. I need it every day!" "We'll call you back."

I decided to call the District Nurse (=US Visiting Nurse) and throw myself on her mercy. About 15 minutes later, she called me back and said that they would slot me in.

Now I am very grateful to them. But my life is suddenly flashing before me, and it's not good. Depression looms like a black cloud over my life, and has done for almost a year now.

Had I known this was going to happen, I would have just let my toenail fall off naturally last year rather than go in for all these consequences to be set into motion.

Comments

Nails

[am0.livejournal.com]

For want of a nail, the horseshoe was lost ... . Of itself, a toenail seems of little consequence. I lost a toenail, many years ago, the result of dropping a cobblestone on my toe. It grew back. Even if it hadn't, it wasn't a thing of such value that I would have regretted its loss. You, on the other hand, face a chain of repercussions and effects as the result of not losing a nail.

I feel compelled to make some kind of snarky retort on the mental limitations of the person who decided to cancel your appointment. I intend to resist that compulsion.

Re: Nails

[chrishansenhome.livejournal.com]

Oh, they took the toenail off. When galls me is that they also cut off a callus that wasn't doing me any harm at all. That has caused all this difficulty.

I will just have to think good thoughts and hope that Monday shows that I've improved enough to go through Wednesday with no trouble.