Right then, as those of you on Twitter will know, today was my vascular clinic appointment. I am, for reasons of self-defence, going to be rather circumspect in my report (basically, I can’t afford to piss off any more doctors, no matter how justified, and in this case it isn’t).
Actually, the doc seems to be one of the good guys, on first acquaintance, and he quickly figured out that I seem to have a body-wide infection which triggered a feeling of déjà vu as I’d figured this out six months ago while being admitted to APH. The admitting doc agreed, and guess what was done about it – bugger all!
This time, though, something is being done, starting with a referral to dermatology, as well as an ultrasound scan of my vascular system to make sure that, apart from the parts already buggered, it’s all in working order. Or not, of course. The scan’s on the 23rd.
Then I have to wait til November 25th for an appointment to get the scan results! I have no idea when my dermatology appointment is yet – I may yet need another appointment for those results which brings us to an insurmountable problem – the vascular clinic attracts a lot of very sick people and sick people, as many of us know only too well, are not good at getting up early. So the only appointments available are for 09.00 or 09.30 through to next year, apparently.
I explained, as I always do, that getting to an early appointment is well-nigh impossible, but if they wanted to they could put me down for 09.30 as long as they accepted that I might not actually be there until 10.00 or later. And there it rests for now.
In addition to the above, both legs are now in compression, and this is where it all turns to shit, as the bandages on the right leg have already come undone twice since I got home, and they’re supposed to be good for a couple of weeks. Not impressed!