Yesterday was an eventful and emotional day. Firstly I sat and watched the BBC programme that was broadcast on Monday evening about Polio. I will write again about this as it was fairly thought-provoking.
Then the doorbell rang and there was the postman clutching a large blue packet that needed to be signed for.
There is 475 pages of data. I had a glance through and at first glance there are some pages missing. A second glance reveals that pages are not necessarily in date order.
I have read a few entries, several of which made me smile. Here is one of them.
Christine refused xxx. There was no scope for negotiation.
That was Mum, once she had made her mind up there was very little room for negotiation; that was unless you had the knack. I have the knack after many years of practice 🙂
I am not going to go into lots of detail with the more recent medical records as I do not know how things will pan out. I will though, explain the process, protocol and the frustrations of how two hospitals in the same county have very different policies, even down to the interpretation of the Department of Health guidelines at a later date.
Needless to say, dealing with the other local hospital last week, I thought my head was going to explode. I rarely get really angry, because life is too short, but angry does not cut how I felt one day last week. I was simply furious.; and I still am.