Ii think today has been the nearest I have come a to losing the plot. I still don't know if we have two appointments on the same day, miles apart, and I'm met this morning at 8 am with hubby pronouncing that he thinks the trapped wind is an infection! Having suggested yesterday that we should have it checked at the out of hours units before he went into rip van winkle mode, it's ignored. A face is pulled when I suggest we will have to take his temperature, you would think I'm suggesting tooth extraction, I stand my ground and it's 36.6 so no infection! Decided it must be what we thought two days ago. Get in car to go to the hospital and because I don't follow his route I'm tutted at and told just do what you want!" I am now shaking with suppressed anger and criticism of my driving. I've got this everyday for four weeks , will I survive, never mind the patient!! Arrive at the hospital and he keeps trying to tell me where to park, even though it states no entry and then no right turn, I give up pull up outside on double red lines and throw him out, peace I can now choose my parking space. Scan completed in fifteen minutes, cup of coffee for me, or so I hoped, nope the coffee machine is kaput the volunteer ladies tell me, I give up. Hubby comes back, absolutely brilliant he says, permanly tattooed for radiotherapy and now knows where he is going, I'm glad somebody's happy, argh. See you tomorrow. Carol
