What a week!
Monday, my daughter was driving me to hospital in my Lexus. She had to swerve to avoid a juggernaut on our side of the road. She was pushed into the kerb and burst the nearside tyre. Hole big enough to take my hand. My Son in Law got me to Hospital with one minute to spare.
Because they were going to inject into my eyeball with a Steroid I needed lots of tests meant another two and a half hour delay before I had the dreaded injections into my eyeball. They lied – I felt both injections.
Another doctor has decided that I need an Endoscopy after I had a naked body examination followed by his finger up my bottom.
This coming Friday I have to have a camera down my throat, followed by a camera up my bottom, followed by a MRI scan.
To make my day the Hospital called to tell me they are sending a kit with full instructions to give myself an Enema before attending on Friday
The day was completed with the invoice to replace the top of the range tyre on my Lexus tomorrow. That was the week that was!
I really believe that if I say “Oh well at least things can’t get any worse” they Jolly well can and will!
After relating my troubles last week, I was driven home from the hospital by my Daughter thinking “How can I write my feelings down without swearing?”
