Appointment booking snafu

Woke up early to call the surgery at eight to fix a GP appointment. The phone  queuing system led to a dead end, not shutting down but hanging unresponsive. After five minutes, I redialled and after another ten minutes wait, I got through to the surgery, but by then there were no more 'book on the day' appointments left. At this,  I broke down in tears of frustration, and at the end of the call was left not knowing what, if anything, is going to happen next. 

After breakfast and meds, I sat in an armchair and read the office and liturgy of the Word for Mass, then fell asleep for an hour or so, exhausted emotionally. Then I woke up chilled despite a warm blanket cover. I need to wear a hat indoors to avoid cooling down when I'm inactive for any length of time. Intermittent sleep isn't enough so I'm waking up tired and dozing off.

Owain found the GP receptionists' email for me and I wrote to them after lunch seeking clarification about what is meant to happen next and when. Some of my medications are expiring now, having done their job. I am still on the clot busting medication which precipitated the nose bleed crisis, but the one which has helped clotting of the nasal lesions has now expired, which leaves me feeling uncertain. I have to rest a lot, but stress makes my blood pressure rise and affects nostril blood vessels. I can't write for too long either. I feel like I am on a tightrope. I was given a date for a blood pressure check in two weeks time over the phone, but then received an email reply saying a check must be done within the next week. What on earth is going on?

After lunch, we had a visit from Jorja, our new home help who's going to clean for us, and Michael of 'Care and Repair', a charitable community organisation which helps infirm and disabled people adapt their home to support their needs, and helps them engage with necessary utilities and service providers. We'll get new grab handles installed and a raised bank of power sockets for easier access in the lounge.

Owain and I walked to the Co-op at tea time for food shopping and cash withdrawal. The exercise did me good, and I coped with the noise and added stimulus of the street. Walking carefully, slow and tall is vital to avoid stumbling. A sense of being exposed and vulnerable with a foggy head and impaired vision keeps me alert and out of trouble. Owain cooked us a delicious spinach with pasta dish for supper and after we'd eaten he went out for a drink with friends at Chapter. After a few message exchanges and the last round of medications of the day, bed time, feeling I'm a bit more stable than I was yesterday. Hopefully I'll get clarity about BP checkup in tomorrow's email.