I had been promised that a doctor would visit Mum today and that the surgery would let me know when the visit would happen so that I could be there. So, while John took himself down to our surgery for his regular injection of Prostap and I waited for the phone call to come in this morning, I started to look into another of Mum’s affairs – namely, getting my Dad’s name removed from the deeds so that Warwickshire County Council can lend us some dosh against the house, to keep paying Mum’s fees.
I searched the website for a phone number for the Land Registry. I scrolled round and round until I finally came across one, which I promptly dialled. ‘We are experiencing a high volume of calls and the wait for an operator is 25 minutes.’ Oh, crikey! Ah, well, I wasn’t doing anything else so I waited. In the meantime, I decided to search some more on the website and found a form to expedite the application I had submitted. I filled it in and sent it off.
The Customer Service operator finally talked to me on the phone and said, “I can fill in a form to expedite your application if you like?” Ha! Ha! Ha! Anyway the upshot of it was that she also filled in an ‘expediting’ form, so between us there’s a double whammy and someone, somewhere, might get on to looking at what needs to be done. “Yes, it should be picked up tomorrow,” said the operator, ” and they should turn it round in ten days.” Oh. I’ve only waited four weeks already……
By the time I’d finished the phone call, I still hadn’t heard from the doctor, so I phoned the surgery (you are number 6 in the queue). Yes, the doctor would be going. Probably between 11.30 and 1.00. OK.
John came back very late from his appointment. “Gosh, you’ve been a long time,” I exclaimed. “Yes, the computers were down so we had to wait until they were back up and running.” he replied. Oh…… crumbs! He’d had to wait about half an hour for his treatment.
Anyway, I left him behind and toddled along to the care home. “We’ll go out into the garden and enjoy the sunshine when I get back,” I said to John, as I left the house, thinking I’d be a couple of hours.
I had a good chat with the Care Home Manager and then went to help Mum with her lunch. She is still refusing to eat and drink, although we did get some ice cream into her plus half a glass of squash.
And then we waited for the doctor to arrive. When he came, he was quite thorough, pronounced that she was medically fit and took a look at her arm which she had shredded in her fall.
Immediately, he said that the District Nurse needed to be called and a new dressing applied. Guess what? We waited some more….. I didn’t get home until nearly five o’clock and poor John had been on his tod all day.
Bless him, he wasn’t feeling great. His cold is slightly better, but he was feeling very miserable and a bit frustrated. Andrew had asked him to book a van for the removal of his stuff from Cambridge, but one way. No vans available one way. He was disappointed he hadn’t been able to deliver. Grr.
All in all, John has taken a bit of a downturn in the way he’s looking at things, so I’m on a mission to cheer him up. Not sure how, but I’ll do my best.
Quiz Night tonight and John joined us, but he didn’t have a great deal of energy to contribute much. He left before the final round, and tucked himself up in bed, hoping to get a reasonable night’s sleep and feel better tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
Take care everyone. God bless. And more healing vibes if you have any – thank you!