Brain surgery I can deal with but the protocal of public with Sir Charles Gardner is an absolute nightmare. If I was not already being treated for major depression I most certainly would be now.
I honestly think some of the front line receptionists need a career change. I admire two surgeons so far who have phoned me well into the evening but so out of the blue I have clocked off and enjoy watching Peppa Pig as I am so brain dead pardon the pun.
One to-night phoned to offically go through the removal of my forehead, down past my eyes and then a square block sawed out and did I have any questions. I stopped the surgeon there as I had been on the go since 4am as it's the eve of my first offsprings wedding, I had scrubbed my grandi clean and painted her nails and blow waved her hair.
I have cooked at least 6 meals from scratch as my other 4 adult all arrived with partners off planes around Australia and have lived with anxiety as absolutely no contact from said hospital for over a week from the first evening call Thursday Jan 22nd from surgeon saying I was booked in for Feb 10th..........when I phoned several times starting Wednesday of this week I came up against receptionists who had about as much interest in my story as cleaning a toilet.
One suggested practically that I was making , I have always felt that living with cancer is much better stress free.
I have been through hell and back this week and on occassion questioned my own sanity. This is unacceptable. For anyone else who has had a bad day/week it can only get better. On the bottom rung it's a little climb up every day and no hospital is going to beat me.
cyber hugs to anyone who needs one
Sarah54 and soon to be 55yrs