The fun goes on....

I have discovered a slight hitch to wearing the robocop attachment OVER one's jeans. It only came to light after I made a made dash for the bathroom. Yes. It was not quite as smooth as one would have liked. I needs to think about that. I am wearing a skirt today. I am hiding my contraption. And before you suggest anything as stupid as maybe wearing the contraption under one's jeans, may I just point out that one's jeans have limits to their expandability which have been reached by having one's leg inside them.

As I seem to be chronicling my hospital experiences ad neaseum here, I have something new to add. We are at the rolling on the floor laughing stage, which means hysteria is not far off. I had 2 letters from the hospital yesterday. One was to tell me that my next appointment with the consultant is - wait for it - 28th JANUARY 2009. What????? I don't think so. So I sat down and battled my way through answer phones and all the rest and finally got a human, who seemed as perplexed as I was about that. That can't be right she said. No indeed it is NOT right. Anyway, I told her that the moment the MRI was done, I would be back as a fixture in her clinic. She seemed to undertsand my ire. And is making a plan. Good. That one seems to be getting sorted. I live in hope.

The second letter did indeed have me rolling about laughing. It was a request to fill in my opinions of the "booking an appointment" procedure at the hospital. I rather think they have got more than they anticipated with that one. Can we just say that my ticking of some boxes would have gone through 487 pages and took up considerably more space than the little boxes. Like half the page. I do believe my feelings will be quite clear. From the ticks.

So, so far there has not been one encounter with the place which has gone smoothly and correctly. I did ponder the wisdom of putting the name of the hospital as the title of a couple of posts and having them pop up as one of the most visited sites on a google search. Oh the power. I am quite sure no other site for this hospital has in the region of 300+ visits a week. I could be their first option. Hahahahahahaha, she cackles gleefully.

I restrained myself.

And on to other things. I occupied myself yesterday by writing a "Mother's survival guide" for my son. Yes, I know he is 19 and quite capable, but he needed basic essentials like what temperature to do his washing etc. Here it is all pre-set. Not to mention the favourite recipes. It was fun. And it was good to do while I kept a list next to it of all the things he needs to take with him when he goes. Things I still need to get for him, and things we have somewhere in this house. The weeks are flying by and before long he will be off. Where and when - that depends on his results. Universities start at different times here.

He is getting really excited about it all, and that is great. It is time for him to move into the next phase of his life and spread his wings a little. For now, the list of stuff I want him to do here before he goes is growing too. It is very convenient having a 6ft 5" son about the place, especially one who is as strong as an ox and can lift and do things I cannot do. I am seizing the moment.

Andrew and Ann are coming up for the weekend, and we will celebrate their 5th anniversary on Saturday. Back to that time flying thing. And I can sit and beam at Ann's little "bump" and dream of wonderful times yet to come.

See? Life is good. And it goes on and on and on......