We had to go to the hospital for three appointments this morning. Once we had ourselves organised, we had to put Alfie in the kitchen, but he determinedly refused to move off the sofa. He went into pathetic mode, so we decided to leave him where he was, with the television on.
Fortunately there was no problem finding a parking space in the carpark.
The first appointment was in ward 20 as Carol was seeing the stoma nurse. It was interesting to go back after all this length of time as this was the ward Carol was on before she had her operation. We then went to Oncology as Carol had to have a blood-test before her fourth oncology cycle began on Monday morning as well as having the line in her arm flushed out. The next appointment was with one of the cancer doctors in the Macmillan unit about 45-minutes later, so we went into the restaurant to have coffee. Not having been in there before, we'll have to try it again if we are in need of food or drinks. We then walked back towards the Macmillan unit and waited in the lounge-area before the appointment-time.
Carol was then called in by one of the doctors. He wasn't a doctor we've seen before. He came out and looked around the lounge-area where we were waiting. He then said Carol's name and we followed him into one of he offices. It seems that Carol was supposed to be seen by one or other of he cancer doctors after each of her chemotherapy cycles. So how has she managed to get missed 'off the radar' in this respect, and who has been prescribing the chemotherapy material she's been having in the oncology department? All appears to be going well. Carol will need to have a scan after the sixth cycle. The doctor has put in a request for this and it should be at the beginning of March. She also does not have to take the steroid medication she has been on for a while.
Having finished the appointments we walked back to the car. As we were about to drive out of the carpark, we saw a car in the way so we couldn't just drive away through the barrier. A woman was at the barrier, looking as if she was speaking to the machine where you put your ticket which raised the barrier. It was clear she was the driver of the car and it was her car which was stopped in our way and that the barrier would not raise when she attempted to put her ticket in the machine. I'm not sure whether she was speaking through the machine to someone who was able to tell her how to raise the barrier and so drive out of the carpark. Suddenly the barrier raised and she was able to drive out in her car and we could then leave ourselves, but we had to use the ticket machine as the barrier then lowered after the woman left in her car. As I've mentioned in many of my previous blog posts, there have been quite few instances of the carpark barriers failing, or being raised so you don't need to use your ticket.
On arriving home we couldn't decide on what to have for lunch, but we then thought of having soup but there was no bread to have with it. So it was up to me to drive somewhere or other to purchase such a loaf of bread. As I opened the front door, Alfie shot past me and into the road outside. I was taken completely by surprise by this, and my immediate reaction was to shout at him. As he has absolutely no road sense, it would be so easy for him to get run over by a passing car, but he soon came back to me, looking totally frightened. I picked him up, and he was shaking like a leaf. He isn't very brave, or else not when he chooses. He doesn't like being out in the big, bad world on his own so it was clear that he wouldn't go far and always comes back when I call for him. He's fine when he is with us whenever we take him out for a walk, but he gets upset if he's own his own. He's not a brave little dog, especially when he's outside on his own. Perhaps he was thinking I was going to take him out for a walk when I left the house, but he would never have gone out without having his lead well and truly connected to his collar. Perhaps all this was as a result of us leaving him on his own when we went out this morning.
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