There've been quite a few problems with shooting times at the club lately since the football club started using the facilities. This looked like an advantage for me as it meant the Sunday morning sessions were moved to 1 p.m. which meant I could make it. Although I was really anxious, I decided to bite the bullet and give it a go. When I arrived, the place was packed as the football was still going on so I sat in van where I felt secure. I sat and waited and waited and waited, but no-one turned up. As the targets hadn't been moved since Friday night, I was pretty sure that the shoot hadn't taken place that morning but by 1.45 p.m. there was still no sign of anyone and I was feeling pretty fed up by now so I went back home and did some serious comfort eating.
This afternoon, I was supposed to have a meeting with my nurse and another member of staff. As this meeting had been booked over three months ago and my nurse had been on leave last week, I rang in on Friday to leave a message asking for confirmation of this meeting as my nurse had let me down a couple of weeks ago and the other member of staff had left a couple of months ago. The meeting wasn't until 2 p.m. and I was tied up doing something else from 12.30 until just after 1.30 but I would still be able to make it. 1.30 rolled around and I still hadn't been contacted (on my mobile). Knowing my luck, I thought, she'll have called me at home while I was out. This would make things really tight as I would just have time to go home, check the phone messages before going to the meeting which I might make by the skin of my teeth. This wasn't ideal for me as I normally have to be at everything really early. I needn't have panicked as there was no message so I didn't need to rush.
The downside was feeling that I didn't matter, that although things have been going wrong and I've asked for help, no-one has been there. Fast forward to 4.10 p.m. and my nurse has just phoned and was talking as if nothing in particular has happened even though I told the receptionists what was stressing me out. According to my nurse, another member of staff did try to call me last week but "couldn't get through or I didn't answer the phone". That excuse might have washed if I had been able to get out but I was stuck at home all last week without transport. I've just checked the caller log on my phone and there is no record of any such call so someone's not telling the truth. It seems that once you've been given the label of "patient", people can say whatever they like and they will be believed rather than me. Yes, I've got a badly wired brain that sometimes rebels but I'm not stupid so please don't say you've done something when you haven't as it's not helpful.
At least now I know I've got an appointment for a home visit from my nurse (let's hope she turns up this time). Now all I've got to do is face my diabetes review tomorrow. Fortunately, I've got someone coming with me who's prepared to sit in the appointment with me and tell the doctor what's been going on if I'm not able to. I just hope they don't add in even more medication!
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