Hi folks,
Pretty shit day today. I had to take the day off school to go to St Thomas' in London to have a TOE (Trans Osophogeal Endoscopic), because the normal ultrasounds can't get past the lungs to see the problem in the heart. So I rocked up at 10am, and having agreed that someone (Meg) would come and pick me up at 4pm.
So the doctor tells me that he will confirm EXACTLY what the problem with my heart is today, because he is 'the best at what he does', and that he will let me know when I wake up.
Guess what? Our hero **** off without telling me or leaving any notes; even his nurses seemed embarrassed. I got such a monk-on its not funny. Ended up discharging myself, walking to London Bridge and getting the train home. Seriously, I wouldn't even have minded if he'd have said that he was as bamboozled as everyone else, but to sod off after promising to let me know what he'd found doesn't cut the mustard….
It's the waiting that's difficult. If I knew what was wrong I'd be able to fight this pissing thing, but all the time it's "could be sarcoma this, could be mixoma that, could be blah, might be blah…"
Jesus. Sorry folks. 😥