Good morning all from a dark, damp Glasgow. It's 9C, so slightly warmer.
I had a successful day at the hospital yesterday, new walking stick, splints, socker puller on, grabber and the best bit, arthritis gloves. They were so soothing and you can get them online in different colours.
After all these years of yully beige splints, I will be able to coordinate them to match my shoes. Oh joy!!! ?
The OT asked me if I would like to come to her fatigue management group. I explained that I had already been on the course, so politely declined.
She said she knew that and explained that she wanted me there to speak to patients, who weren't coping with their RA diagnosis and had given up on life. I was to be the motivational speaker!!! .
Unfortunately, I can't say the same for my pharmacy experience.
My future SIL , (a lovely boy man,) phoned to say that he had been in the chemist and had asked if there were any precriptions for me.
He was handed a full carrier and then had to carry them all to work on the train!! He thought there would only be a few packets of pills.
I was delighted, as it meant we could go straight home after the hospital.
It was not to be. I discovered there were items missing, so phoned the pharmacy to enquire about them. Despite ordering these special request items EIGHT days ago, there had been no prescription written for them.
I phoned the doctors from the hospital, twenty minutes later, someone answered the phone. The receptionist insisted I couldn't have ordered them, as the request wasn't on the system.?
It wasn't until I described the the unusual accent of the person who took the request, she realised I was telling the truth. An urgent prescription would be written and I could get it today. However, she then got the name of the drug wrong. The steam was coming out my ears.
The difficulty is that this is the medication, which is so difficult to source, it has to be ordered well in advance, hence the reason I ordered it in plenty of time. Of course when I phoned the pharmacist to alert her, there was none in stock.
The consequence is that I will now have to go out this morning and drive to the next town in the crazy traffic, when all I want to do is stay in and wallow in my misery! (Sore throat, cough etc.) !!
I'm seriously considering making a formal complaint to the practice manager. This is the third time in a couple of months that this has happened.
Fortunately I have all my marbles and can fight my corner. However, it led me to think of unwell patients, who live alone and perhaps find it all too much to deal with. Who helps them?
Hoping that Mr Gillybob is making progress, now that he is home and that Gilly's pain is decreasing.
Best wishes to all my virtual friends who struggling both physically and emotionally.
Enjoy your day, whatever your plans.