Good morning all from a dark Glasgow, where it's 7°.
I would prefer to have a lie in, but the gas engineer is coming to find out where the leak in our boiler is. We have waited over two weeks for this appointment, I booked it on Boxing Day!
Thank you to those who sent me good wishes yesterday, for my cardiology appointment. It was a bit of a mixed bag!
We had a very pleasant journey, compared to last week. The view from the Erskine bridge, over the River Clyde, looking down towards the Tail 'O The Bank, never fails to lift my spirits.
The cardiologist advised me that the main purpose of the visit was to help with the research and little time was available for a proper consultation.
However, on realising how unwell I was, he took the time to patiently explain what exactly was wrong with me. This has taken three years! In addition, he changed some meds, but unfortunately, my many drug allergies, comorbidities and the fact that little is known about treatment this condition, make it very difficult to treat me. What he did reveal is that they have discovered that there is a genetic element involved.
His intention is to write to my GP and send me a copy of the letter, so that I can chase up my GP, if I hear nothing. Furthermore, he was not impressed that there had been no follow up by any clinician after my heart attack last January. If there is no improvement, there will be a referral to the professor, who is running the research.
The not so good news is that he suspects my RA is now probably affecting my lungs and I may be permanently breathless. That's a bu**er to say the least, its not a good diagnosis. The fear of developing Rheumatoid Lung, has always lurked in the background. It's all become very complicated, as my conditions are impacting on each other.
Despite the news, I feel as if a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders, due to the fact that I had been able to unburden my worries and fears and the new regime may improve things.!
I hadn't mentioned my hospital visits to my sons, only DD, as they are under a lot of stress at work. Unfortunately I got caught out, when DS1 contacted me yesterday and I couldn't reply!
I ended up with calls from two worried boys and a telling off! When DS1 phoned, I could hear a chirping noise in the background. It was Dollie, desperate to speak. Her first words: Gran, would you like a visit from a cheeky wee girl on Saturday and have you bought mint Cornettos for me? my heart was bursting with joy! Perhaps not the best metaphor to use. ?
I haven't read the posts and will be back later. I need to get dressed, in case the engineer arrives.