And another Churchill!fail. Yesterday, you will remember, I didn't get the tummy drain I was promised because I had a radiographer appointment but no bed. And they promised faithfully that they would fit me in tomorrow.
Today I had a phone call from Omar, the doctor I spoke to on the chemo ward on Tuesday - the one who organised, or not, the drain in the first place. Tomorrow I have a bed. But the radiographer doesn't work on Fridays ...
Can I come in Monday? No, I can't come in Monday. I'm having a PICC line inserted on Monday,and I don't know how long that will take. I can't come in Tuesday, either; I have chemo on Tuesday. Oh, and by the way, I'm in pain right now.
So he went away for a bit, and then he came back and said okay, they'd insert the drain on the ward. (I've had this done before, and it seemed to work okay.) Can I come in first thing tomorrow?
Assuming we can get out of bed and through the traffic, sure. When's 'first thing'?
10.00? he suggests. Or no: make it 9.00 so they can do bloods first.
I only had bloods done on Monday, before chemo, but whatever. At this stage, I'll say yes to pretty much anything.
So, there won't be time for an update tomorrow morning. Judy and I, my bag and my bear, will once again be wending our way through the commuter traffic, in the faint but pursuing hopes of who-knows-what.
Stay tuned.
