I ended last week rather nicely, with a coat donation to Erin’s school. I have a few that the children have outgrown I spotted the ‘old’ black coat which has been hanging for over a year on the peg. It’s too small for Cory so I took it up to the primary school to pass on, “it’s like new” I declared to the office staff “please pass it on to someone who needs one.” Coat donations are greatly accepted and I promise, that once I find the others I will pass them on too. On Friday it’s raining a little and Cory has gotten out of the wrong side of the bed regardless; but moaning he can’t find his coat?! 'Oh fook’ I thought! (I didn’t actually tell him my thoughts) and I tentatively sent him without saying I would find it! Erin at least waited for him to leave before gleefully informing me; “You gave it to Mrs M yesterday mum” Oh my days, I assumed he had worn it to school that day and besides, the little maid agreed yesterday that that, one was too small! Hmn! Thankfully I could reclaim said coat that day and Cory is still none the wiser that his coat had been on a little day release! (Office staff thought hilarious too!).
Over the weekend we have been busy painting Cory’s room as this Saturday is the carpet deadline, it’s been hectic but it’s certainly all coming together now. I am currently in search of a specific wallpaper for part of the hall but tonight we have finished Cory’s room, all I have to do tomorrow is paint two doors! The end is in sight. Husband has been pretty great too with all the paint and preparation. It’s a good job really because I’m not quite sure how I would have done it in time.
Erin’s wrist pain has just become steadily worse and worse over the weekend and last night she was up needing pain relief but this morning crying as she couldn’t move her hand to do up her buttons etc I helped her dress and she asked if she can go to the doctors again. I am completely new with this broken bone and/or physio anatomy, clearly she is in a lot of pain and has restricted movement, so I phone the number on her appointment card and ask if she could be seen earlier than Friday’s appointment. Whoever I spoke with just said to 'bring her in for check up if she is having problems’ There is no visual bruising or obvious injury so I can only go on what she is telling me. There is no panic or stress about this and I have my keyboard lesson as planned. (I am reading music pretty well again!).
I collect Erin from school and off we set, even going over speed bumps hurts her and I admittedly think perhaps there is something else going on, either that or she has a zero tolerance pain threshold but I don’t know. We are seen by a lovely triage nurse, Erin in wincing in pain at every movement and sent back to wait an hour for minor injuries. It’s not horrendously busy in the waiting area, people just like us with minor injuries all going swiftly through a triage nurse to be seated back in the same place to wait for another nurse. (An upside down system if you ask me) Anyway, we are called in to minor injuries, we are the only ones in the vast cubicle area and a little curt nurse tells Erin to 'sit’ pointing to a chair and proceeds to tell us off “You were seen by my colleague last week, there is no break its just soft tissue damage, have you had pain relief today?” I’m a little taken aback with the way she has spoken to Erin/us and tell her not this morning, it only hurts when she moves it and she has been at school:
Haitola (nurse) “Why hasn’t she had pain relief, isn’t it obvious if you are in pain you take pain relief”
Me “Because she has been at school, I brought her straight here”
Haitola “Why haven’t the school given medication? Did you not supply any for her? Why didn’t she have it first thing?”
This sort of attitude does my tremor the world of good I can tell you and I am starting to panic and want to cry at my bad mum skills (yet again) so I tell her the school can’t give medication unless it’s prescribed by a doctor, it’s off the shelf calpol. Haitola then offers Erin some pain relief - which Erin refuses. (She will not have anything outside of home, not even a chocolate as she is scared it may contain nuts, this is just her safety thing) so Haitola waves her hands about and tells Erin “Well, if you don’t help yourself, what do you expect us to do about it?” Erin is as silent as me and I try to say we have an appointment on Friday but phoned to…she cut me off with “It’s just a follow up, routine appointment for a consultant review that we do for all soft tissue damage patients, what did you expect you could walk in and get a consultant to see you?”
Ye Gods…there is a song I am silently humming to myself by Pink with the line 'I was gonna call the nurse again, but she’s being a little bitch’ this one needs a little retraining or a bedside manner refreshment course, either that or change her role to something that doesn’t involve bloody patients - people even.
She told us to keep the Friday appointment but didn’t look at Erin, a waffle of “You have a provided support, we can’t cast it” and some stupid CT scan suggestion?! (Think this was the sarcastic bitch in her) What can you do when being given such a nice short, sharp telling off? Yes, we both unanimously gathered our bags and I mumble 'Sorry for wasting your time’ she says (rather patronisingly) that we are welcome to sit and wait hours to see a consultant if that’s what we want?! (Bitch) But we decline such a kind offer and go! Erin is crying on the way home and I am silently wiping tears at the utter humiliation! I am really hoping on the drive home that some clever fook comes up with an app for X-Ray’s next, imagine it; a DIY X-ray app?! It would certainly reduce the need for A&E and plaster cast is easy to buy online too, it’s the way forward I reckon! (OK, OK now I’m being a sarcastic bitch) I don’t have X-ray vision so I have no idea what is going on in that wrist so I have had to go to NHS for help - my bad huh! Guaranteed if I sat on Friday saying how much pain and discomfort Erin had been in, I’d have been labelled a bad mother for NOT taking her back sooner!
The only good thing to come out of this is the husband has taken Friday off to come with us! That’s the protective streak coming out I guess, I coped fine today considering; but he knows I don’t do biatches or confrontation very well nowadays so hats off to him, I didn’t ask or expect him to take the time out. Go Husband! Since Cory’s disastrous report week last week, (he received 1’s every day for every subject) he has been a little tetchy (Cory not Richie) and seems to be needing, missing and talking a lot about his Dad, tonight he wants to save some money to buy him a gift as 'he does so much for us’ (awe) The gift he wants to get him mind, requires another job for me I reckon, but I have promised we can do it. Perhaps this is the time that he is going to need him more?! Whatever it is, in my book - it’s good that they are both relying more on him as that feels far more like a job share to me and even from afar, he is doing his best to help - I actually couldn’t ask for more.
Anyways, I have painted a wall several different colours with the help of Cory and Erin tonight and now all calm I went for my relaxing soak in the bath. I then remembered what I was supposed to get today - shampoo and conditioner! So my hair is washed in Lynx Africa and feels like straw but……I would #passthehusband but that wish has been granted so maybe I need to try #passthewine instead! (Damn! that’s a bloody syn!)
Have a good week all! Mille X
