I promise this just a rant to get it out of my system, the it's onwards and upwards.
As you know yesterday was the big consultants meeting. And it didn't start or finish so well.
After a very long (1hr plus) wait my name was finally called. Not to go in though, but to be asked why I didn't attend my scan. The scan that showed up a mass, fluid, inflamtion to name but a few things.
|Todays attire, a dress to cover the ever growing tummy.|
Turns out my scan could not be found, which considering its on a computer screen is quite a feat to achieve. After yet another wait we were called in to see not the main consultant but another one. He asked questions that just weren't relevant, skirted around any questions regarding my scan and told me to just give my painkillers chance to work. Err Hello, I've been on them 4 months and surely pain is not a good sign.
|Dress - George Asda|
Having listened to me vent he then went off to speak to the main consultant and we were left in a room for another 30 minutes.
|Yesterdays swollen belly!|
Easy to see why people as me when its due!
I was then told cone back in 6 months. Tears flowed, both of rage and pain and hubby added his thoughts too. I really felt for the nurse who later told us this dr frequently forgets his password and is then unable to view scans. She also went straight to the main consultants secretary to see if we could get an appointment within the next 4 weeks. And if it doesn't arrive I shall be booking private. Which when your not getting full pay is a lot.
|This is what I looked like after lots of tears and a few swear words.|
On the way home I rung my gp to see if they had received my scan results and guess what? They had them back the next day! With a "no action needed" note as I was booked to see the consultant.
So today I seen my doctor who has talked me through the detail they have about the scan, given my stronger pain killers and even called the consultant direct to get a proper explanation. I can't thank my doctor enough.
Soooooo angry about the whole situation.
And feel like an idiot for crying with frustration at the hospital and at the doctors.
No more moaning about feeling ill, I have a holiday to prep for and clothes to sort.
Just want to be my happy self I used to be.