....I'm not here for anything bad though, before you ask!
My partner is a doctor and I'm here at her hospital today (in the canteen!) because we came straight from her own hospital appointment this morning. I don't often venture into the personal on this blog but today I will. Helen has MS, fairly recently diagnosed (about 18 months ago) and we go to the neurological centre in Manchester once about every 6 months.
Now, I am the biggest supporter of the NHS. I truly, truly believe in health service, free at the point of delivery. I want to pay taxes so that the poor and needy can get the SAME treatment as I do, regardless of situation and circumstance. I'd be happy to pay more tax for this. We are so fortunate that we live in a country where this is possible; where things may be sometimes slower than ideal (often this is not the case however) but treatment is free at the point of delivery and we do not have added financial worries because of a chronic illness. I cannot imagine living with this on top of the illness itself. But I've got to say, I've been less than enamoured with the treatment Helen has been given since her first point of contact with her gp, in regards to her MS. But doctors are people, and people are human and therefore fallible...such is life. So every appointment feels a little like a battle, and is upsetting for us both, especially Helen who is normally so strong and stoical. Today was only a little battle; a mere digging in of heels on my part (it's a bit of a good cop, bad cop set up, and I'm definitely the bad...) but still, a reminder of that which we don't want to really think about. A scheduled scan for a possible attack which may or may not have been MS, perhaps stress and tiredness. We shall see.
So I'm now at my second hospital of the day, waiting for Helen to finish her own clinic (she is a Urology registrar), over on the Wirral, about an hour away from Manchester. I think when you've had a rough day, it's good to know that somebody you love and who loves you is near, even if you're not together. We shall hopefully go home to some nice food, and an evening in with The Killing (we've hit episode 12, there are 20, and we're thoroughly addicted and are at the stage where staying up all night to see the series through seems like a good option even with work the following day!) and some beads for me. Putting the morning behind us.
Speaking of beads, I never travel without them....here are a few earrings (all Gardane components) I've made during my stay in the canteen. Please note the attractive Formica table...!
These are particularly gorgeous lampworks - you can't really see it in this picture, but the play of light and colour in the beads is beautiful. Thanks Anne!
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