What a waste of a
day!
Friday is the day
for PICC maintenance. Even though I’m not at present receiving chemotherapy,
the line needs regularly cleaning to ensure it doesn’t get infected. The
district nurse comes to the house unless I have a hospital appointment on that day in which
case I get it done there.
I waited and waited,
not daring to settle to anything much. Eventually, at around 11.30am I rang to
see if they were actually coming. Oh yes, but they were behind time. They should
arrive about 2ish. So much for joining our friends at the club, I thought. I
rang them to let them know we would be late.
Eventually nearer 3pm
than 2, two nurses arrived. They took off the old dressing, tried to take out a
little blood. Nothing. Yet again they rang Oncology. Yet again they strapped me
up & sent me off to the hospital to have it done there.
It was quickly done
there. However, it was after 4pm by the time we got out of there & rush
hour had begun. By the time we got to the club it was 4.45ish. Needless to say our friends had departed long ago. Nonetheless we stopped & had a couple of
drinks to unwind.
It was fortunate the
Fox had partly cooked a Cassoulet the night before so dinner needed just adding
some breadcrumbs & reheating.
The whole idea of the
nurses coming here is to save us the stress & fatigue caused by the extra
trip in Lancaster. The last three times they’ve been, they’ve not been able to
do it & we’ve ended up rushing into Lancaster. At least they’ve usually
arrived in the morning so our afternoon has been free. Yesterday was entirely
wasted.
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