Morning all from a wild and chilly Glasgow. DH is just back from collecting the papers and is soaked through.
GM, I hope today is a better day for you. That is very kind of you to make a bag for a fellow gran. You are so talented.
It's good to hear better news of the Covid warriors recovery, difficult and worrying times.
I'm feeling pretty low today. Yesterday, I tried to book my booster, since it's twelve weeks after my third primary, but there seems to be a block on my account.
I discovered that the record of my third vaccination has been deleted, therefore no-one can organise a fourth. The system won't allow it.
Whoever cancelled an appointment, that I didn't require, has inadvertently bu**ered up my account. Excuse my French, but this is just the last straw.
After two hours of being passed from pillar to post, I was just about in tears, trying to prove I had been vaccinated on 6th November and was coded on my record as being eligible for a fourth vaccination. A fourth is necessary, because the first two didn't really provide any protection.
The agent left me on hold for twenty minutes, before coming back to tell me an urgent case had been raised, because I was CEV and immunocompromised.
Despite the case being recorded as urgent, it will take two weeks to rectify my record. Only then can an appointment be given and I will still need to call back to organise it.
The agent paid me, what could perhaps, be regarded as a compliment, saying I was certainly on the ball! what if I had been a vulnerable person, who wasn't and had no-one to fight their corner?
DD thinks I should contact the shadow health secretary, our MSP, whose mother was a school friend and colleague and who was taught by my SIL. I don't like that kind of nepotism, but if all else fails, I will consider it.
Between that and worrying about the unhelpful phone conversation, with my GP on Thursday, when I still don't know what has shown up on my chest xray, (apart from an enlarged heart), but does require investigations, I have come to the conclusion, that I am fighting a futile battle trying to be resilient and positive. The gods continue to conspire against me.
The icing on the cake was finding out that the Glesca Grannie's meet up, clashes with my MOT, which can't be changed for various reasons. We are trying to find a way around that. I was so looking forward to seeing old friends and some new faces.
Sorry for such a miserable post, I just need to unload my worries, but I don't want to upset MrMD, who despite what I complain about say on here, has been my rock.
However, I know there are people on here in similar circumstances, who will understand how I feel.
There is a glimmer of joy on the horizon today. Firstly, I have insisted on takeaway tonight, I deserve it ? and DS is at the rugby, so DIL may bring Dollie to see us at church tonight. ?Apparently, she is missing her wee gran. ?
Thank you my dear friends on here for your ongoing support, it has got me through so many difficult times in the last few years. It would have been a very lonely journey otherwise.
Wishing you all a pleasant and safe day.