Today has been my ‘get-my-medical-shit-together’ day.
So guess who was overdue for a wheelchair review! Waiting for somebody to ring back with an appointment! (Honestly, their systems for following up appointments is rubbish, you end up doing the job for them.)
I’ve left a message with my doctor receptionist about the spinal injections because according to radiology he hasn’t sent a referral even though it’s in his dictation notes(?) – so, the referral needs to be typed up and sent again urgently as I’m not coping with medication alone.
When they come out to reassess my chair I’m not being brushed off until it’s absolutely perfect. It’s not right to be in pain and only tolerate your wheelchair for an hour.
My point? If you don’t hound and chase up things then you don’t get. Be a #girlboss/boy boss and get your shit done! Things aren’t going to fall into your lap.
I’m quite proud considering I’m woozy from needing morphine last night.