Monday I chased up my Dad’s CT scan results only to find the neurologist hasn’t even had them back from the scanning unit yet. It will be a month on Tuesday. FFS, if that’s how the emergency neurology clinic works I’d hate for him to be in the regular clinic. He has been progressively ill for 15 months now and we are no further forward – no proper diagnosis and he’s had no treatment whatsoever. The man can hardly walk now for heaven’s sake! We all feel totally abandoned by the NHS.
Wednesday I found a soft lump under my left armpit – I was drying my hair and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I ummmd and ahhhhhd over whether it really was a lump until I took a photo to show my Mum – it’s then I realized that, yes, it really was a lump and there seems to be swelling going up my arm above it. So I have an appointment with my GP tomorrow for her to have a look. Luckily I only had bloods done last week and all is fine, and I had a mammogram last year and that was also fine, so I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.
My cough has improved a little bit now my H2 blockers have been increased but it’s still not gone. I know I should be trying the stronger PPI meds like Omeprazole but I’m too terrified to try a new drug, so am happy to stay on the Famotidine for now and just live with the cough.
I made a big decision this week. Although I love my photography, I’ve been unhappy at my Camera Club all year. My lovely friend L left as she moved house and it’s really not the same without her as I don’t have any other close female friends there. On top of that, two of the women have sent me to Coventry and I have absolutely no clue why they are no longer speaking to me. It must be something drastic to deserve such treatment but I can’t think of anything I might have said or done for them to hate me so much. And then there is the lady I’ve written about before who clearly has an issue with me and is so intimidating she makes me feel physically ill. I go to my Club to de-stress not to add to it, so I decided this week that I will not be going back next year 😦 I may just take a break and then see how I feel, or I may decide to join another Club (not to blow my own trumpet but I’m a fairly good photographer and there’s one particular Club who have been gagging to have me for ages). We finish in a couple of weeks then I have the whole summer to decide what I’m going to do. I’m not giving up my photography though – no sodding way – and can continue with that whether I’m at a Club or not. I’ve been really upset at the thought of leaving but now it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders and that’s how I know it’s the right decision. Yes it means the bitches have won, but I will be telling anyone who asks why I’ve left and who the women involved are, so I’ll leave them with the fallout from that.
Right lovely people, I need to get dressed and take the mutt out. At least it’s not snowing this morning – we got caught in a freak storm yesterday, with hail so hard it felt like it was ripping the skin off my face, and returned home like a pair of drowned rats 😉