Well, 'tis been a while. There's nae been much t' blog about - no epic days on the hill, no gear-testin', no firm plans fer much in the way o' outdoorsy-stuff.
Our bonfire party went well on Saturday. I would have taken etchins but due t' the lower-than-usual turnout o' responsible adults I were bein' stuck on firework-ignition an' bonfire-stokin' all night so the camera stayed unused. Our o'er-the-sea neighbours donated a huge pile o' privet from their garden-clearance, it lasted a good five hours an' the fire-pit be still aglow two days later.
The cardiac rehab folk at Glenfield Hospital be on the ball - we've already been t' an introductory lecture about CHD an' I have a couple o' appointments comin' up: one t' arrange a suitable physio regime (although they seem t' think that me current levels o' exercise an' exertion be above an' beyond what their usual patients be expected t' achieve) an' there be a follow-up wi' the cardiac consultant booked fer the start o' 2014. Indeed, they've been chasin' me on the phone t' make sure that I'm goin' t' attend. Fetch me spyglass! It's a slick system, they're real pros an' they treat me as a human bein'.
Sadly, the same can't be said o' the staff o' the Bookin' Centre staff Leicester Royal Infirmary where they're desperately avoidin' havin' t' fix me arse after they wrecked it back in January 2012, an' where I'm just a number t' be juggled t' make their stats look acceptable, nae a person who they've made virtually unfit fer employment.
I saw a brilliant Functional Bowel Service Specialist Practitioner (SP) back on 20th June, she taught me how t' exercise specific muscles an' insisted on a follow-up appointment no more than two weeks later because if I weren't doin' the exercises correctly I'd be doin' more harm than good. Before I left the consultation we'd arranged fer the follow-up t' be on the 4th o' July, an' she'd made the appropriate entry in 'er diary.
Just two days afore I were bein' due t' go in, the Bookin' Centre staff phoned me t' bump me appointment t' 5th August, an' lied t' me about the reason why. My protestations an' explanations o' the medical need went unheeded, an' when I explained the situation t' the SP in August she were bein' livid when she found that I'd been told that she'd nae be on site on 4th July - she showed me 'er diary which clearly indicated that she'd been on duty on 4th July an' that some lyin' sod at the Bookin' Centre 'ad told 'er that I'd rearranged me appointment!
I left that consultation wi' the promise o' an appointment wi' a colorectal consultant within the next month, an' true t' 'er word the SP managed t' get me booked in - I received a letter, dated 15th August, detailin' an appointment on 25th September...
but on 19th August the Bookin' Centre bumped that t' 30th October...
an' then on 15th October they bumped it again, t' 26th November...
an' today I received a letter, dated 7th November, tellin' me that they 'ad cancelled that. Not bumped, cancelled. There were bein' no explanation other than "due t' unforseen [sic] circumstances..."
And they wonder why me blood-pressure be so high!
They can expect me t' be in touch soon, an' they'd better have a damned good explanation o' what's goin' on. One more bump or fcuk-up an' I'll be namin'-an'-shamin', first in front o' the Trustees, an' second, if necessary, here on me lowly blog. Yaarrr!! Yaarrr!! Oh, an' likely on a few choice online forums too.
I tell ye; come the revolution, the liars among the Bookin' Centre staff will be first against the wall.
Second against the wall will be the Macmillan Nurse who, despite havin' numerous options fer sensible parkin', insists on obstructin' me driveway whenever she visits our neighbour: