Many, many thanks to Tony, the IT specialist here at St Mary's, for fixing me up with my own PC right here in my room. So now I can blog and email away to my hearts content without having to bother the nurses to push me around in my bed.
Its such a relief to finally be here, especially as there were times when I thought I wouldn't make it. NHS bureaucracy drove me to the edge of despair last weekend. St Mary's were willing and keen to take over my care but the ROH were reluctant to lend a small piece of equipment I needed, an attachment for my bed to keep my leg in traction.
Just a small piece of metal. Nothing high tech. or computerized. Just a small 'block and tackle' type metal thingy. St Mary's didnt have one and the ROH wern't willing to lend it out.
How ridiculous was that?
In floods of tears I pointed out to an NHS Manager (grrrrrr...) that wherever I was the traction thingy would be, be it here or in St Mary's or in the blooming car park. I wasn't depriving anyone of it. St Mary's tried to order one specially for me but it would have taken over a week to deliver it. And the ROH just wouldn't listen to reason. In the end I was in utter, utter despair and feeling completely helpless. What was the point in fighting cancer I thought when it felt like the enemy right now was the NHS and its stupid rules and regulations?
The negativity I was experiencing was pressing me down, making me unable to think of anything else. I was frantically searching for something positive to hang on to when all I wanted to hang on to was the neck of the NHS manager and squeeze - very hard !!
I couldn't see past the end of this episode - beyond the operation that will put me back on my feet both physically and psychologically - because this is not like me. Not like me one bit and the one thing I want to provoke in others is inspiration - NOT commiseration.
Finally someone saw sense, although not without much signing of forms and swearing of oaths that the traction thingy would return with me for my operation (what did they think I was going to do with it? sell it on Ebay?) My spirits lifted immediately.
I can get back to the job in hand.
Fighting mRcc and sticking pins in a little voodoo doll of an NHS manager !!