… this failed blood test rumbled on and on (and on and on) just as I expected.
Apparently after I hung up the ‘phone call last night the nurse went straight round to the office (although no-one had asked her to do so) but she couldn’t find the prescription anywhere pinned on anyone’s noticeboard.
She believes that it doesn’t exist in Granville despite what I told her and if it’s anywhere it’s pinned on the noticeboard of this doctor at the hospital in Avranches.
That is of course highly unlikely because how would I be able to make my way there to pick it up?
But she can’t find it and that is that.
Of course, I knew nothing about that when I went to bed. It was going to be an early night last night but by the time that I’d finished everything that needed finishing I’d over-run as usual.
It was another comparatively tranquil night about which I remember practically nothing at all. I must have been really comfortable in bed. I know that I certainly didn’t want to leave the bed when the alarm went off this morning.
Anyway I hauled myself out and went for a wash and so on, and then went for today’s helping of medication.
Next step was to set out the dining area ready for the nurse so that I don’t incur her wrath. She came and did the necessary, and had a good moan about this story about the failed blood test. I was all ready to believe that she didn’t believe a single word that I said.
After she left I rang up the number. It was an automatic answerphone that replied bidding me “welcome to the Pole Santé du Port” – that’s the building in Granville where my doctor – and the nurse – are based so the ‘phone call must have come from there despite what anyone else thinks.
The plot sickens.
I was another late breakfast, due almost entirely to the fact that I was stuck to my chair and couldn’t move. But when I did, my cheese on toast and hot, strong coffee were delicious
But don’t let anyone tell you that strong coffee keeps you awake. I came back in here and promptly crashed out, and for a couple of hours too, absolutely and completely.
This afternoon I worked on another radio programme. At a nice, leisurely pace I paired off all of the music that I’d previously chosen and then wrote out all of the notes for it.
There’s quite a pile building up now that need dictating but I need a long, quiet moment for that without any traffic passing by. There’s a Bank Holiday coming ip next week and I might have a go then, hoping that no-one will e driving by to go to the High School across the car park.
Later on, I transcribed the dictaphone notes from last night. They decided to have some kind of mini-Olympic competition. It was a multi-language setting with a lot of young people like a Youth Hostel or something. They decided that they’d give equal points for good behaviour, that kind of thing, and take points away for bad behaviour, and show people cards for what they were doing as in a football match with points taken away from them, and so work out their own little Olympic Games and be able to see it every few days. Several people thought that it was a pretty stupid idea and didn’t really want to have anything to do with it but the people in charge decided that they were going to persist.
And can’t you just imagine Eddie Waring and Stuart Hall doing the commentary for whatever was going on? There would definitely have to be “three points for Wiiiiiii….. gannnnnnn” in there somewhere, but at least Waring died with his reputation still intact which is more than will be said for his colleague.
Tea was, as usual, a lovely baked potato with a lovely salad and a lovely breaded quorn fillet – totally delicious and I can eat that every night, I reckon.
So if I’m lucky I’ll have an extra hour in bed tonight as the alarm won’t be going off until 08:00. That’s a far cry from the good old days when I could lie in until lunchtime and beyond.
But tomorrow I have pizza dough to make as I’ve run out now. And then I’ll need to try to sort out the chaos about this missing prescription and blood test. I’ll probably have to talk to my faithful cleaner and set her a task to prove that she is worthy. She has far more initiative about her than the nurse, I reckon.
But after all, the nurse has her own problems. The dwarf she treats after me once rang her up to ask why she was late. She replied "I’ll get there as soon as I can You’ll just have to be a little patient."
