I had my medical this morning, after a fairly crap nights sleep. I get so nervous at these things. And I always feel I say completely the wrong things and destroy my own case. It was with an older Doctor, guess is it was a retired GP. I'll get results in a few weeks.
For example, here are stupid things I said:
DOC: How do your painkillers effect daily life?
ME: I lack in concentration, I get drowsy a lot, my vision blurs.... and I lack in concentration.
And another:
DOC: How do you manage the stairs?
ME: Oh, we have a stairlift!
DOC: Do you use it?
ME: No, but we have one.
And another:
DOC: How do you find walking?
ME: Well I can get sore if I walk a lot.
DOC: How far would that be? A few miles?
ME: Well, no, like round a supermarket
DOC: How often do you do that?
ME: Never at the moment.
He didn't examine my gall bladder area, even though I offered that he could ''feel my stone'' and in closing he said ''the sooner you get your operation, the better'' - which sounds vaguely positive in that he believes I'm truly ill. Although it's not like I have to prove I'm ill, as I have the medical proof for it. But proof I'm too ill to work, that's another kettle of fish entirely.
Of course, upon leaving the medical I suffered a gall bladder attack. My gall bladder being a devoted follower of ''Sod's Law''. So I spent the afternoon completely wasted on painkillers, at one point fearing I'd taken too many and was going to die. Proving to myself that I still have the ability to be a drama queen, even if just inside my own head.
Following the attack from hell, I slept from 3pm till 8.30pm, missing out on going to the horses - not that I'd have been allowed in that state, but anyways. Then watched TV for a bit, before returning to bed. It's certainly an exciting life...
(P.S on the webkinz front, I'm fighting an increasingly strong urge to buy more. I WANT MORE WEBKINZ. I'd sell my soul at the moment for more. I'm so focussed on them, but in a way it's good because I get lifeless about things and just don't care. And at the moment I get excited by webkinz and get to have a lot of fun through them. My current family is:
Sprockie - the himalayan cat
Belle - the husky
Shatan - the black stallion
Harvey - the pinto horse
Matilda - the cow
I also have my Clydesdale waiting to be registered and she will be ''Maydew''. I'm desperate for a unicorn. Like YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE, but the ones I'm thinking of buying are the Hippo or the Bear or the Black/White cat since I can get them online at £4.99 each. And waiting to arrive - Bullfrog, black cat and siamese......
.... with friends like Jen... whose bank account needs enemies? :-D *loves Jen to bits*)
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Well it sounds like the assessment went relatively well, all things considered.... At least you're through with it now, right? It seems so ridiculous to me that they're putting you through all this. My dad had his gall bladder out a few years back and it seems like it was such a quick surgery to fix him. Although your cases are different and obviously the British medical system works differently than ours does. Just wanted to let you know I'm thinking about you and hoping things get better!
thanks nikki - yeah, gall bladder problems generally aren't considered to be this much of a problem, but it's the medical system at fault. Most people seem to get their gall bladders out as soon as they kick up, recently a woman 5 stone heavier than me got hers out -and they claim because I'm (3kg over the desired weight - 1kg if you go by my own scales) heavy it's not safe. Yet on the pre-operation tests I passed with flying colours as healthy and fit. With good heart and lungs. It's all about money and wanting to hold off operations so they can be done in the new ''super'' hospital that is being opened in 09.
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