Well the last few days ive been feleing unwell which isnt like me really,ive had a pain in my right side coming on since Wed and i didnt want to make a fuss so just kept taking more and more painkillers till i realised on Thursday tea time that i had had my dosage for the day and there was nothing left but hotwater bottles for bedtime,so i phoned my gp's to ask for an advice call only to be told that there was no appointments for advice calls left and that if i had a problem to go to A and E that night or phone back in the morning for an advice call then,great eh! Eventually i called my renal co ordinator who told me to take more painkillers,rest and come in first thing in the morning to be seen by a consultant. We got there at 9.30 and i was seen straight away form the most lovely woman consultant that i had never met before,she arranged a scan within the hour and arranged a bed on the renal tranplant ward if needed,i didnt realise it was a CT scan i was going for an i took a huge panic attack in front of the reg who had came to put a venflon in,poor him,he had to go to the waiting room to get Billy who explained to him what was happening to me more and more,went for the scan which was pretty uneventful then up to the ward to wait. Finally got results at 2pm which didnt show infection but did show a large area of post op fluid but as there was no infection she sent me home with strict sofa rest and painkillers and to be reviewed Monday if things havent settled. While i was waiting for results my dad called to say his brother was also in the renal unit with acute renal failure and was about to go on dialysis,the Evans curse strikes again.
Came home to a mess,Billy was pretty pissed off with the kids as they older two hadnt done a thing,then the oldest asked for money which he woke me up to ask for,i gave him £10 which Billy wasnt happy about,then he said he didnt know if he was going back to a wee job he managed to get as he couldnt be bothered just now and the doctor told him to take some time to get his head together,bloody cheek she has,he hasnt been working since May and lives off me and pocket money from his grandad,i feel she is just encouraging him to lay about on his arse all day adding to my stress. Anyway,demanding little one came home from skate park and told billy his helmet was crap (he picked it) and he wanted it changed,billy then took to the bedroom and hasnt been seen since,Logan has been up to see him and he just says he has had enough.....great eh. maybe my illness and my kids have just pushed him too far this time.Dont know what ill do if he leaves.
