It is wet and revolting around here. So wet, in fact, that the roads have great pools of water, and the carpark at the supermarket is one big sea, so no matter where you park, when you are wearing jeans, they get sodden. Mind you, I may just have invented a new way to clean the kitchen floor. And the tidal waves one's car sends into the air - awe-inspiring.
So I am cold and damp and it is dark. But I do have hot coffee. (And super warm socks!)
I have just received a report from the hospital sent to my MP in response to the complaint he lodged on my behalf. It is priceless. Remember the brace which kept falling off? Well, you will be pleased to know that they most assuredly instructed me in the correct use of the device. And there was indeed one person (that would be MOI) who had to wait on hold for 16mins and 5 secs (OK - I said 17 mins) that day. Unfortunately they had to deal with 12 other calls that hour. And the nurse practitioner who saw me the day after I damaged the knee? He says I was walking, and the swelling was not too bad. And he stands by his diagnosis of a lateral sprain. However, 3 pages later, they concede that it had nothing to do with the lateral side at all.
Therefore they say all is well and sorted.
I give up. There were 8 pages of similar stuff. I just started laughing and put it down. What on earth is the point of getting worked up about it? Ludicrous. My MP clearly feels the same way. He did suggest that we meet again and see what we should do next. To be frank, I couldn't care at this stage. Complaining about things seems to just put a red star on your patient file alerting staff to the fact that you are Trouble.
Oh yes - this letter comes from the same department who sent me a letter saying that, as the verdict at Geoff's Inquest was Natural causes, they did not have any need to progress with the complaint. Hello? I phoned them and said that I was not sure which Inquest they had attended, but Geoff's one ended with an Open Verdict. They were going to review their notes and call me the next day. That would be 2 October. I am still waiting.
So - instead of throwing myself on the floor and having a tantrum, I am sitting here grinning and wondering what I am going to have to contend with next. Bring on the physio and pain specialist. And please remind me never to return to that hospital should I ever need to for any new reason.
Right. I need some light entertainment - so I am going to see if any of you are writing today. Have a good Monday!