TRAPPED

Trapped between hospital appointments it seems. After some years of accompanying Hellonwheels to various hospital appointments it seems I am now the recipient of the pristine white consultant’s invitation to “discuss”, and the brown recycled invitation to phone for an appointment for the “procedure”, in that strange order. I have phoned and now I have my procedure date, which must be convenient to the already booked consultant’s note in his diary. I can’t say that “I can’t wait”!

A can of worms, all from pins and needles in my feet for goodness sake.