The community nurse team leader rang me on Monday to tell me that I had categorically said that I hadn’t wanted bad-attitude nurse to come round my house. I begged to differ. She spent ages telling me I had said that three months ago because she had written it down on a piece of paper (“I want respite from you,” is what I said and she has a variation on this written down). She dug it out of her files just before ringing me up to annoy me (sorry, provide me with care between the hours of 9-5 Monday to Friday).
I eventually raised my voice and said that I didn’t care what she thought this meant or who comes round – my girl has no kidneys and needs antibiotics and I wasn’t doing the he said, she said thing and I wasn’t going to argue with her. (This last line I learnt off my mother, who is fantastic and has an answer for everything, and it is a line guaranteed to cause a row in an empty house.)
Team-leader nurse said that bad-attitude nurse felt really bad about the whole thing. I said that she couldn’t have felt that bad because when I feel bad, I pick up the phone and apologise. Ding-dong! I will spare you the rest of the conversation as I want to spontaneously combust everytime I think about it.
In the end team-leader nurse apologised to me again (sigh) and agreed that the community nurses add to our stress levels and could I please forgive them. I hope she was writing that down on her bit of paper ready for when she fishes it out again in three months time when she is spoiling for a row (sorry, providing me with care between the hours of 9-5 Monday to Friday). But I will win that round because I have posted what was said on the big bad internet and will tell her to go google herself.
Anyway, the nurse who came on Sunday arrived on time and did a great job. I felt a bit sorry for her as it was her day off, but she was very cheerful. Then she came this morning at 9am on time and was great. She will come on Thursday for the last lot of antibiotics and that will be great.
So, I am glad I have got all that off my chest and it makes a nice change from slagging off dieticians.
Oh yes whilst I am banging on about stuff, I have finally started my yoga again every morning. I am only doing 10 minutes a day – but I am doing it everyday and that is a great start. It wakes me up and gives me loads of energy. I am so ready to wrestle with anyone I need to, in order to get my baby the care she needs.
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