Antibiotics

Suddenly this morning I felt caught up in a rush making me feel like the plants in the fast moving winds of yesterday.

Soon after 9.30 a.m. Paula, who had carried out my medical checks with scarcely any notice for me and none for her on 14th, telephoned to say that the urine sample had revealed an infection and I needed to collect antibiotics today when I had received a call from my GP. I should start taking these immediately and it would be up to the surgeon to decide whether he would perform the booked cystoscopy in two days time. This meant that we wouldn’t know until we got to Southampton General Hospital on 21st whether the journey would be a wasted one. The surgery receptionist rang just as Mike Dutton arrived to clear our gutters and clean the windows. I was in the shower and they would not speak to Jackie, only me. I called back quickly, and had to jump through the hoops of press this, press that, press the other and listen to messages offering me the option to go on line to avoid waiting. Eventually I was given the message that a prescription had been sent to the pharmacy. When I expressed some frustration that they were unable to tell my wife that, I was told I could collect a form to sign giving them permission to speak to her. Next, the pharmacy rang to say the medication was ready. We waited until Mike had finished, while we were having lunch. I had needed to cadge some of the money for Mike from Jackie, therefore to collect that from an ATM as well, and post two letters, one, not ours, having been incorrectly delivered.

The only thing to do after that was to sit down with a short book, which I did, then posted

This evening we dined on Jackie’s liver casserole with boiled new potatoes; crunchy carrots; and tender broccoli stems.

68 comments

  1. Dealing with doctors and the pharmacy can be a hassle here too, Derrick. I hope your issue goes away with the medications. I take many different medications each day, it’s great getting older, isn’t it!

  2. Oh, my. (sad face) What a wearying day! Makes one long for a quiet boring day.
    So glad the ending of your day was far more restful than the part leading up to it.
    Reading a book always makes me feel better…a good way to “escape” life and stuff. 🙂
    I know the antibiotics will help. They usually do pretty quickly.
    Hoping tomorrow is a good good good day.
    (((HUGS))) ❤️❤️

  3. That is weird. I didn’t receive notification or email for your recent post. I had to resubscribe even though you show up on my list. It’s a good thing I love following you otherwise I wouldn’t have spent 20 minutes sorting it out. I hope I have. 🙂 It was worth the time. Thanks for posting.

  4. There are days like that where everything seems to come with a hiccup! I hope the infection is minimal and quickly gotten rid of.

  5. Oh! It’s sometime so stressful. Why wouldn’t they speak to your wife? It could have smoothened things out a bit.

    Here, the system is absolutely opposite. Here doctors would like to speak to the family first in order not to disturb the patient emotionally.

    Rest well Derrick. Hope you get over this ordeal soon.

    1. Thank you very much, Geeta. Jackie thinks it is because the wife may not have known the husband needed medication.

  6. So sorry to hear about the infection and its implication for your scheduled cystoscopy 🙁 Glad that the stress over your prescription medication did not ruin your appetite 🙂

  7. I’ve jumped through similar hoops for my father, may he rest in peace, and now I am doing it for myself. I was under the impression that your system of medical services functioned more efficiently than ours, Derrick.
    The dinner looks tempting; my compliments to the Culinary Queen.

  8. What a rush! At least there is some progress on the medical front: I can only wish you well on that score. As for taking privacy too far, not talking to Jackie is a fine example of it. Go well!

  9. It has been worth it to sign that paper giving your spouse the power to talk to medical professionals for you!!

  10. Dealing with healthcare can be so stressful and frustrating, especially when they tell you “do this, do that” and I can’t decide if they’re being overly cautious, or if I really need to get myself worked into anxiety on their behalf. I was dismayed when I was no longer allowed to know anything about my child’s visits with a mental health provider beginning at age 14!! How was I expected to know how to help them? And, though Kellen was still living at home, I was no longer allowed to know anything about any of their health care beginning at age 18. At least on that one they could fill out a waiver so that I could speak to their providers, and the waiver expired every year. Sigh.

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