The dates are here! The official notification is being sent out this week, but K*** phoned the hospital and was told the dates.
The Pre-Assessment is on the 14th May, and I’m due to be admitted on the 11th June, with the procedure taking place on the 12th. It’s all getting very real and very close now. I’ll break the news at work tomorrow. I need to tell them, I’m still waiting on the official confirmation, but we can get the ball rolling.
Watch this space!
Still nothing to report on the hospital front, but we both got a huge wake-up call this past week. I’ve been using up the last of my leave this week, and K*** and I had a couple of days at the Red Lion in Burnsall. Weather was okay, but we did a walk from the hotel to Grassington, the next village along the river. Most of the walk is by the side of the river, but towards the end, you leave the riverside and go uphill to the village. That is when it hit home!!!! It is about 3/4 of a mile, and it is a steady climb up a well made path. I got about 1/3 of the way and was really flagging (Yorkshire word). I literally had to stop, and sit down. Five years ago, I would have run up that path without too much effort. K*** was really shocked. I was puffing and panting a lot, and it was then that I realised, that I had to get this shit sorted. Until then, I think we were both kidding ourselves that things were better than they actually were.
I shall blog the short break details in another post later.
Nothing to report yet, but today was the day I let the rest of my family know. I had told my mum, but it seems that with the problems she has at the moment, she had not told anyone else. So, I did the modern thing and messaged everyone on Facebook. Well I did not have their emails and I could not face phoning each one individually, so did the next ‘best’ thing. Here is what I said:
“So here is what’s happening. I thought Mum had told everyone, but it seems not. About 8 years ago I was diagnosed with a heart murmur. This is basically a leaky bicuspid heart valve. It has been monitored at York hospital every 6 months. At the last check-up in January, my specialist noted some serious changes and decided that action was needed. That action is either the valve gets repaired or replaced. This is serious open heart surgery and will take place in the next few months. I will be in hospital for a least a week, followed by 3 months recovery at home. So that is where I am at the moment. I will let you know what is happening when it happens.“
I think that just about covers it. Just wait for the reactions now!
Today was the second ‘whole team’ meeting of our new team. In my opinion, in spite of, or maybe because of the little ‘let’s get to know each other’ game that M*** had us play the afternoon went very well. Everyone seemed to be a lot come comfortable with each other. Of course there are those that appear to be comfortable in any situation, but those like me seemed to be more relaxed.
There were a lot of comments about the new office. Interestingly, at the start there were no positive comments at all, but within an hour the complaints had narrowed down to one single complaint. I don’t think they are going to do anything about the complaint, as it would be too expensive to implement, but it was interesting to hear the majority of complaints disappear during the discussion.
The networking drinks went down well, and at the end of the day, I’m glad I stayed for a while, and I even managed to mingle a little.
I’ve just uploaded a new short story. This one is based on a ‘Story Prompt’ whereby you start with a few words and build the story from there. This prompt for this was the words “They pretended to be customers” Enjoy and comments are very welcome.
You know how I said I was going to keep my old laptop? Well after keeping the new one and playing around with it for a week, I have decided that the old one will go, and I’ll keep the EliteBook. It is just as good as the other, and whilst it is a little smaller I feel I can work with it quite well.
As for the weight factor …. it’s not that much lighter. Maybe 10/12 ounces. So wish me luck with it.
The day started quite well, this was yesterday and I know I’m a day late but I’m still recovering!!! So it was explained to me that it was a meeting with H****, the person who had done a ‘sensory assessment’ for R*** to explain the results of the assessment and how we can move forward. That’s how it was explained and that’s what K*** thought was going to happen.
It was quite a pleasant drive, and the traffic was a lot lighter than the last time we drove that way, a couple of weeks before. As a result, we arrived a good 25 minutes early. We of course tried to convince ourselves that it was better to be early than late. Eventually H**** appeared and invited us into the meeting room. As we entered the room, my heart sank and my brain went into overdrive or maybe meltdown, I’m still not sure which.
The room was set out with 4 tables, each with 2 chairs, and each table had a number of ‘tactile’ objects. “What’s this?” I asked K***, already knowing what it was. K*** shook her head and said she did not know. I could feel the frown lines on my head beginning to deepen. It was not just a meeting, it was a course. It was a ‘session’ and I hate that kind of thing, even when I know to expect that kind of thing. Another 3 nameless people came in along with the community nurse, J** that we knew. There was one of the large ‘boom box’ type cd players, pumping out some quite loud music. The ‘meeting’ started with H**** giving a brief introduction whilst the music was still belting out. K*** told H**** that she could not hear and received a smile and a nod in response.
The music was then turned off, and we realised that it was part of the ‘session’. It went on for nearly 2 hours with a couple of ‘exercises’ in which we were made to feel a little stupid. The first one, and the most stupid of all, was when we had to wear a blindfold, rubber gloves and were told to unwrap this object, then cut it into 4 pieces and place one piece in our mouths. I tried for slightly less than 30 seconds before stopping. It was supposed to show give us an indication about sensory deprivation. I felt stupid and angry, especially when we were told that ‘two people had done it yesterday’!!!!!
As I mentioned earlier I hate this kind of interactive group work. I have never understood why anyone would think it has any kind of benefit. To my mind, the only people that get anything from these ‘sessions’ are the people that organise them. So to all you that put normal people through the torment of ‘role play’ or ‘group session work’ or whatever you like to call them, just ask yourselves “Does everyone like this kind of thing?” I think you may find the answer is a huge NO!!!