Hi. Just a few weeks ago I posted that that was it, i was going it alone. I felt so much better, i honestly felt I could leave tp with just the occasional post. My wellbeing has improved and I still have a positive outlook. But I've got to admit, i can't do without these download moments, a place to share feelings, a place where I feel I'm in good company, a place where I don't feel quite so isolated. I'd not seen my wife for a week and today was the day of the scan. So it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I went to the care home. A taxi had been booked and a carer allocated to come with us. What could possibly go wrong, actually everything could've gone wrong. I arrived with my sister in law to go to the hospital. We we're met at the care home by the allocated carer, who was tearfully going home due to a family emergency. The taxi was already there so it was decision time. We have to go. We'll manage between us. We went. All tha way to Liverpool you would have thought someone was being kidnapped, murdered or worse, my oh was shouting LIAR over and over again, among other things. I honestly thought we should turn back but we'd gone too far now, no going back. We arrived at the hospital and the shouting continued. I tried to stay out of sight, if she can't see me she can't shout at me. I went to stand just outside. Every time the automatic doors opened i could still hear her. It was awful. I still thought i'd made a mistake, what could be gained by tests and scans anyway, it just felt cruel and pointless. We'd arrived 90 minutes early for the appointment due to the care home booking the taxi early. Not only early but also not booked it via the care home contract so muggins here had to go and find a cash machine to lighten my account by £50 to pay the driver. All the time my wife shouting and spitting venom in my direction. Well, believe it or not, the scan went without a hitch, between my sister in law and the excellent staff at the hospital everything went smoothly. Even my wife was quiet when she came back outside. All the way home she was as quiet as anything, back to the care home not a sound. It's as if a demon was exorcised in the mri scanner
the difference was unbelievable. Well, she's safely back at the home now and I've just about calmed down too but oh what an afternoon that was. So I'll say again, where would we be without tp, a place to download and share problems. A place where people like me can give you a blow by blow account of one of my most stressful afternoons of recent times
. Now for the million dollar question, do I visit tomorrow? Tough choice. I might just go even if it's to try to get that 50 quid refunded
good grief I feel much better now I've shared the joy of my day. That's more than enough for now, so, kettle, tea, bed. Another day tomorrow
Al.