Do not get me started on the NHS transport services, as they like to call it...the NO transport service or the 'absolutely rubbish unless you like spending hours hanging about in the hospital or at home because you obviously have no life, no commitments and who gives a toss about your time' transport service as we receive it..or choose not to, thanks!
PERSPECTIVE: Seeing others with far worse problems than my own continues to give me some objective perspective. It is so easy to become totally self obsessed about illness. I am sure everyone who gets ill becomes a little self obsessed. Having an awareness that however bad things are they could be worse, does at least make you (me) incredibly thankful for the quality of life that I do have.
So, I grit my teeth at the irritations – ‘let’s catheterise her, it will be easier for us.’ I remember the teenager crying for her mum, the mother dying of brain cancer, the contemporary with Parkinsons. I paste on my smile. If they can go on, so can I. I am no different from anyone else. My life is no better, no worse. We all have our shit to deal with. This is mine. Time to deal!
Merry Christmas to one and all.
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