I was supposed to have had my routine 6 monthly visit with my arthritis doctor last week, but received a letter some weeks before saying that due to "unforeseen circumstances" the appointment was cancelled and that they would be getting in touch re a new date.
Not having heard for some weeks, I took time out to ring the hospital yesterday and got the sad news that my arthritis specialist has retired! Unforeseen indeed as he is young. Not that I can blame him, I feel he was worked off his feet. I wondered to the Receptionist if he had won the Lottery. She laughed but (correctly) gave me no further information.
This is a sad loss for all his patients. But the Captain and I agreed that I was lucky to have him for the last 9 years.
There is no indication of when my next appointment will be. All they can tell me is that I am on the Waiting List. In the meantime, my skin condition gets worse and worse, making me feel quite sick and shaky sometimes. I am feeling apprehensive about the upcoming Brighton Convention. Will I be able to cope?
Will I be able to cope with taking the valiant Jean out on the preaching work this morning. I do hope so. Tomorrow morning I must shop - need a new bag for the upcoming Convention at Brighton, and also Col has invited the Finds Officer to supper tomorrow, so I will need to get something a bit fancier than our usual veggie soup in.
Yes. We managed an hour and a quarter on the field service, and I have now placed all my invitations! Though neither of us was feeling up to much.
The Captain and I are just about to sit down to supper - veggie soup - and watch Wimbledon and then the Ladies Footie.
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