A week today since I first went to the GP. 6 days ago I went to A&E. Still no angiogram. And no early start today as it seems that the nurses at
Bart’s who said that I would return on Monday morning did not know what they
were talking about. We were never on the
list for Monday. When on Sunday I
mentioned to the nurses that I was due to go back on Monday they told me I must
be wrong because no one had asked them to arrange it. They show no signs of being proactive in this
so I ask that someone to ring up and check but of course no one is there to
talk to them because there are no staff, or patients, at the weekend.
I decide to call Barts at 0800 hrs and after 15 minutes, being
cut-off once and transferred incorrectly twice, I am told that the list for
today is full and I am not on it.
Unfortunately the anxiety brings on a bout of chest pain, the first at
rest since last Sunday. Still, a chance
for the nurses to do the ECG they have been crying out for. I tell the consultant (another one) on his
ward round about my call and he is upset with me for stressing out! But later I am cheered when I hear him on the
phone to the person who organises the Bart’s lists, using some very direct
words to express his displeasure and tell them to ensure we are seen tomorrow.
I hope his heart did not suffer!
At least the WiFi is back up again so I can read the paper. I
made some progress with Margaret Cameron’s fine book on the origins of the
First World War (“The war that ended peace”) over the weekend, though it is
quite hard going and I only manage 10-12 pages before having to take a break.
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