Complaining...

No 6 done and dusted, heading for halfway now.

Nothing special about today, just another treatment Tuesday, well apart from the fact that it’s Tall Kevin’s birthday! Imagine, 28 years ago I was in hospital on this very day for a very different, much happier, reason.  28 years ago, and it was actually a Tuesday, that was before Tuesdays were Toxic, the years go by so quickly.  Happy Birthday Kevin!! 

Poor Kevin had to get up early, miss his breakfast, scrape ice from the car windows, battle the horrible early morning traffic, be late for work, all just to get me here on time.  Which he did.  All done in the style of the guy from the Black Magic Ad, with no complaining.  And, after all that, I forgot to give him his present before we went out. Not much of a birthday for him!  Lets just hope that next year normal services will be resumed and I’ll be able to make again that chocolate fudge cake he likes so much for his birthday. This year we will have to improvise! I’m still working on that...

And speaking of working they made me work here today too. I had to visit every department in the building.  The nurses decided that I hadn’t seen enough of the place or used every hi-tech machine that they have here, so they sent me for an ECG and a chest X-Ray, which were of course at opposite ends of the building.  Oh well I suppose it got my walk in for the day while I was at it.

Luckily, they found a heart, and more goods news, it’s working fine!  So,I got my treatment as usual, and it all went well.

I’ve been thinking about that word ‘treatment’.  Every time the nurses say they are ordering my ‘treatment’ I get a little glimmer of hope. I hope they are going to give me a list of Spa treatments that I can choose from. But no such luck. 

I would say, I shouldn’t complain, but when I come in here they tell me that I should complain!  Complaining is good, they want to hear all my complaints.  Well since they asked, I proceeded to complain to them about the trouble I had last week, trying to choose a coat for the winter, and how I dragged my long suffering friend around every shop in the shopping center until I found the exact one I wanted.  I complained too how every coat I tried on didn’t fit me right, was the wrong color, was badly made, was the wrong shape, was too long/short, had too many/few buttons, wasn’t quite the right style, didn’t quite suite me, or, worst of all, didn’t match my wig!  One of the nurses tried to interrupt me so I had to explain to her that it’s very important that your coat matches your wig, as you will be wearing them both together!  I didn’t make it easy for my friend either, as the list of specifications for the coat I had in mind, were the complete opposite of the one I eventually bought.  She did a great job of not looking bored, or complaining or wanting to kill me when yet again I discarded another coat that was exactly the kind I was looking for.  She did have to go home afterwards and lie down with some Dolphin singing or Whale crying or Ocean sounding soothing music in the background, and she hasn’t been seen since!  Again the nurse tried to interrupt me, but I explained that she shouldn't worry, my friend was fine, that she always feels better after the whale music and a bottle of wine.  Anyway, I was delighted with myself and my ‘completely different to anything I usually buy’ purchase and went home and hung it it the wardrobe, dreaming of the day I could give it it’s first outing.  Then, later that evening, (insert some scary music and a look of shock horror), a certain, much younger girl, appeared in my house, and yes you’ve guessed it, she was wearing the exact same coat!  What are the chances?!  (Well I did buy it in Pennys, so the chances are high!).  Poor Kevin, he’s having a very bad week, he didn’t know how to cope with his gf and his mother parading around the kitchen in the same coat!  The nurse succeeded in interrupting me at this point but not before I told her that the only way you could tell the two of us apart was the fact that she, the much younger gf, has hair!

OK, the nurses didn’t believe me about the hair either.  They finally managed to have their say and explained to me in polite one syllable words, that that wasn’t really the complaints they were talking about, and in future I should stick to medical complaints.  Jeez, they’re never happy!  It’s a shame too, as I’ve loads more shopping complaint stories, I was only warming up, and they really would have loved the one about the boots...

On the way out I met NM, she said it was goo to see that I was still smiling.  I didn’t tell her that that was an involuntary grimace of fear at seeing her!

So, after an exhausting day sitting around being poisoned, Birthday Brownies were the best I could muster.

Surprisingly enough nobody complained!?

Oh and I need to do some Christmas shopping, so who’s free?