Cancellation

You're right, You were there for me, and you did your best. Thank you.

The operation was cancelled.

Not at ant sensible time, like before I got to the hospital or anything like that...no. Gown on, eyedrops in, waiting to go to theatre, and the doctor that was supposed to be doing it explains that he's not happy about doing the procedure...not because of anything wrong with me, no I'm fine, my blood sugar level eas fine, my blood pressure was fantastic, no... The reason I couldn't have my eye sorted today was because Little Miss Dopey, the wonderful Doctor I saw in January who said 'Yes we can do this and fix youre cataract' apparently didn't speak to the Boss man, my consultant Mr Prasad. So Dr Kumar, the nice man I saw today was a bit reluctant and unsure that the procedure he was about to do was the correct one for me, and didn't want to do it without speaking to Mr Prasad first. Dair enough, I can live with that. I don't blame Dr Kumar at all, or Mr Prasad.

I'm fucking furious that Miss Dopey didn't speak to Mr Prasad before 7.30 am this morning when I was sitting on a trolley in a damned gown .

I'm also extremely annoyed about the fact that if I had not had the date of the operation moved form friday to Tuesday, then Mr Prasad would have been on site, probably doing the operation himself, and all of this shit wouldn't have happened.

I am somewhat convinced that Mr Prasad isn't going to be a very happy bunny when he finds out about this. I reckon that he may have known about the cataract/oil removal op, and that is possibly why I was in on friday originally.

Anyway, I'm extremely pissed off...I've had to take time off work for this pointless exercise. I couldn't even go back in today as they'd put drops in my eyes so I couldn't see. My boss was very understanding etc, but thats not the point is it really?

I've been stressing and worrying and getting completely wound up about this for days, and now I'l worry and stress and get wound up for another week or two until they finally decide to do it, and then it'll be more time off and more messing about and they way things are going the damned op will land right in the middle of my counselling course which starts in April, and which I need to get 90% attendance to pass.

I am really, really, really fucking really, really really fucking fuming..

Roll on september and edinburgh and strippers and booze and mates in hotel rooms. Well you only turn 30 once, and there has to be lots of drunken debauchery, cos after 30 you're dead lol