Today I had a visit with my cancer pharmacist, it was supposed to be a routine appointment then quick sign off to pick up me meds on Tuesday. Well that didn't happen, when I was first prescribed Apalutamide I was advised it could cause high blood pressure. I already have high blood pressure so was advised to monitor my blood pressure for 7 days and if it increased to contact my GP and ask for the BP meds to be looked at so they can get it under control.
Actually turns out if you tell the GP that you know what needs done they don't like it, result I was told to monitor BP for 7 more days, that takes me to Tuesday coming, 4 days. The result of my GP showing who's the boss is no more cancer meds until he gets my BP under control. Had he bothered to see me last week, increase my BP tablets if be picking another months supply of Apalutamide, instead I've got 4 days left of them at home and Tuesdays collect cancelled for however long it takes the GP to sort my BP out.
I know I'm not special, no different from anyone else reading this post but like almost everyone reading this I've got cancer, not a blood cold or sore throat, sometimes it really feels like some parts of the NHS really don't give a crap about any of the stress or worry they cause to people., yes I know I'm not kicking the bucket in the next couple of days, at least I hope not I spent my last tenner on euro millions tickets today, I'd like to be around to spend any winnings, but surely they should think about causing less stress to patients. I'm not talking about any of the cancer people I see, from receptionists to the specialists everyone has been fantastic, I've never known NHS staff treat people as well and as personally as they have.
I've just became aware whilst clicking return on that last paragraph, I moan, this whole blog so far has been me moaning, so a little bit of different content. A look little look in to my past, or some of it at least. I met my darling wife Sharon, some 31 years ago, we got married within 6 weeks of meeting, everyone told us it'll never last, yet last September we celebrated our 31st wedding anniversary. She already had 2 young boys when we met, we the had 2 girls. I've never treated the boys any different to the girls, in fact I'm probably closer to the boys than the girls, always have been, maybe to start it was a bit of overcompensating for them not biologically being mine, but it's now been like that 30 years. 1 of my boys lives miles away, almost the other end of the country while the other 3 still live at home, the youngest of which now has her partner moved in and her 2 wonderful daughters, so a full house here.
Some people think we are mad having so many people living in one house, but even though my kids work, the youngest stay at home mum but her partner works, the cost of living is just so high there's no way they could afford to move out. We live 70 miles away from London in what is classed as a deprived area, yet the house prices are London prices. Now don't get me wrong I'm still happy even with that, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't wake up every morning and see my granddaughters, be home for every win they have, every laugh, cry, smile or tantrum I love it.
Sorry I seem to of just typed and typed, dribbling on, I hope you enjoy though.
Thanks for ready and stay happy.
