Honestly, I sometimes think there is someone out there really testing my patience.
When D and I were originally referred to the hospital for further tests we discovered that the referral hadn't happened and, as a result, wasted four months. Today I phoned the doctors to see whether they had heard anything about our referral to be sponsored by the PCT for further treatment. The practice manager informed me that the time frame for referrals varied depending on when the panel met to discuss said referral. She told me that I could hear anywhere from two days all the way up to six weeks. I informed her that I was aware of this but that it had actually been 12 weeks since my referral.
I'm calling her back tomorrow afternoon to find out the results of her chase. I just know that I am going to be even more pissed off than I am today. No doubt I have not been considered and I will have just missed a panel so will have to wait another six weeks. Really, do I have a black mark against my name or am I just unlucky?! I know that I should feel lucky that a PCT may consider funding us but at this moment in time I am just so fucking frustrated with the wait. This whole year has been nothing but waiting for appointments, letters, news on whether we can get help with moving forward. There has been no real progress and I am starting to get very twitchy.
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Waiting is def the worst part of all of this. You wait, wait and wait some more. It never seems to end.
I wish you luck as you sort it all out. Stick with it! Deep breath, drink some chocolate milk, and call back! :-) Take care!
There isn't someone out there testing your patience. It is something. Namely the N H Bloody S. We love it, we hate it. We have to deal with it. I feel for you.
It's some comfort to realise that the NHS does this to EVERYONE, without exception, without fear nor favour. I'm sorry. It's SO ANNOYING. Much empathy.
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