As I've mentioned in an earlier blog post, we've decided to replace the bookshelves in the lounge. They have been leaning precariously at a rather dangerous angle for quite a long time and there was a serious possibility of one or other, or both, collapsing. We have a new shelving unit on order from IKEA which was ordered on-line on Wednesday afternoon and will be delivered next Thursday, so we have to have the old shelving units cleared and dismantled before then. So lots of boxes and bags all over the floor as we take off all the clutter which has accumulated. It seems that we have used the bookshelves as a sort of dumping ground for goodness knows what sort of stuff. Daniel's mail is still coming here and really it's about time he had it re-directed. We seem to get his bank statements and a lot of other stuff. Then there's a lot of our important mail, insurance stuff and other bits and pieces which come through the mail which needs to be 'on hand' for immediate use so it's stuck in between one of the books and the side panels. It's surprising (although, thinking about it, perhaps it's not) how clearing something like bookshelves reveals items which you lost and haven't laid eyes on for ages, suddenly appear. We ought to do this sort of thing more often. Anyway, we managed to clear of the clutter from one half of the 'leaning tower of books,' and will continue slowly in the days leading up until Thursday, We will sort out those books we want to keep and those we will take to a charity shop, most likely paperbacks which we're not likely to read again.
Carol had two appointments at the hospital during the day. Unfortunately they were several hours apart. The first was at 11.20 a.m. at the Out Patients' Department near the main entrance of Milton Keynes Hospital. We got there well in time for the appointment and parked in the multi-storey carpark. This meant we couldn't get the ticket stamped to we would get free parking, but the walk to the Macmillan Unit was too far so I didn't make the effort. We were seen by one of the doctors from the colorectal department, one of the team we saw regularly when the doctors did their rounds when Carol was on Ward 22 before Christmas. He seemed very pleased with Carol's progress and as a result has signed her off. One more box to 'tick.' A very positive reaction and we left to go home and bought sandwiches in the Friends' shop at the hospital entrance. When we ate them at home later I was not over-impressed with the quality, but never mind. They seem, like every other food outlet these days, so obsessed with not putting too much salt or sugar in things, that they forget that the flavour and texture is taken away. Just bland sliced bread and the filling is mush.
So, we went home to have a break and recuperate before we returned to go back to the Macmillan Unit for an appointment with the doctor in the pain clinic. The doctor seems very pleased to see how Carol is getting on and commented on how much better she is looking. Still an issue with pain but not as intense as it has been. Carol able to sit for longer and we're more than ever convinced that the chemotherapy is doing it's job. So, at the end of the day, we're both feeling a good deal more positive about things, thank goodness.
We left the hospital, having first booked an appointment for several weeks hence.
The carpark barrier was raised when we drove out, so all the effort to get the wretched ticket stamped was somewhat a waste of time. The machinery which lifts the barrier was making a noise, no doubt an alarm for it to be attended to by a mechanic. We drove out and then saw someone putting cash in the nearby ticket machine. It makes me annoyed to see someone putting money in the machine when they could so easily drive out of the carpark without needing to pay. Never mind. The fact that you have to pay to park at a hospital is still a hot potato with myself and quite a few other people.
Carol had two appointments at the hospital during the day. Unfortunately they were several hours apart. The first was at 11.20 a.m. at the Out Patients' Department near the main entrance of Milton Keynes Hospital. We got there well in time for the appointment and parked in the multi-storey carpark. This meant we couldn't get the ticket stamped to we would get free parking, but the walk to the Macmillan Unit was too far so I didn't make the effort. We were seen by one of the doctors from the colorectal department, one of the team we saw regularly when the doctors did their rounds when Carol was on Ward 22 before Christmas. He seemed very pleased with Carol's progress and as a result has signed her off. One more box to 'tick.' A very positive reaction and we left to go home and bought sandwiches in the Friends' shop at the hospital entrance. When we ate them at home later I was not over-impressed with the quality, but never mind. They seem, like every other food outlet these days, so obsessed with not putting too much salt or sugar in things, that they forget that the flavour and texture is taken away. Just bland sliced bread and the filling is mush.
So, we went home to have a break and recuperate before we returned to go back to the Macmillan Unit for an appointment with the doctor in the pain clinic. The doctor seems very pleased to see how Carol is getting on and commented on how much better she is looking. Still an issue with pain but not as intense as it has been. Carol able to sit for longer and we're more than ever convinced that the chemotherapy is doing it's job. So, at the end of the day, we're both feeling a good deal more positive about things, thank goodness.
We left the hospital, having first booked an appointment for several weeks hence.
The carpark barrier was raised when we drove out, so all the effort to get the wretched ticket stamped was somewhat a waste of time. The machinery which lifts the barrier was making a noise, no doubt an alarm for it to be attended to by a mechanic. We drove out and then saw someone putting cash in the nearby ticket machine. It makes me annoyed to see someone putting money in the machine when they could so easily drive out of the carpark without needing to pay. Never mind. The fact that you have to pay to park at a hospital is still a hot potato with myself and quite a few other people.
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