Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I hear the train a comin' : it's comin' round the bend.....

Michelle over at The Truth as I Know It is right: it would be would be really good to be able to get off the railway tracks right about now. Or at least of this merry-go-round.

Life has thrown another of it's curlies at us over the last week or so. This time, it involves Poppy Ken. Poor old Poppy has been having very decidedly inconclusive tests for varying ailments over the last year or more. Or, at least they were inconclusive until one particular cardiologist decided to be more tenacious & motivated/proactive than other medicos that Poppy Ken had seen. The result: Poppy Ken has to have 4 coronary arteries bypassed & grafted sometime in the near future. This is a fairly common procedure these days, but is not without risks.

And for Poppy Ken, the thought that he will be unable to work for a period of time (about 5 -6 weeks before he can drive ) is just unthinkable. He is convinced that he cannot live on the pension during his recuperation. I think that he is also very concerned that he won't have a job to go back to. Mind you, he grumbles & grizzles about this job every day......... but then he tends to err on the glass half-empty side of things anyway about just about everything...... he is 72 going on 92, I think.....

But he has to have this operation, or else his heart, which is showing moderate signs of failure, will just slowly wither & die, and we all know where that will leave Poppy Ken. The cardiac surgeon has offerred Pop a good deal (of the money-kind) in return for his exclusive service for a few days. Pop, under enthusiastic encouragement from my brother & I, has elected to utilise this financially-enhanced service. Of course, the admissions department at the John Hunter Hospital has never heard of such an arrangement, which threw Pop for a while. Investigation & reassurance by the surgeon & his receptionist has eased some of these worries. And as we all know, the receptionists are the real power brokers: they know everything.......

I go to great pains to never upset the receptionists.......

So far, no-one can give any indication of an approximate date for the surgery, which is a pain from Pop's standpoint: he needs to organise his work. He prefers to be in control of his live. In fact, he needs to be in control of every aspect of his existence.....
It's a bit of a pain for me too, as I intend not working for a few weeks so that I can be with him as he recovers. My Brother wants to take time off as well.

As I suggested a couple of posts ago, I wasn't overly concerned in regard to finding work, as I thought that it would find me, and that has been the case.

I was called in to work at Muswellbrook hospital this morning, & I have a day in the Aged Day Centre tomorrow. The local hospital here in Denman has booked me in for a weeks work after the long weekend in June, as well as a month of night shifts in August/September. The trouble is, I can't say for certain if I will be available until we know what is happening with Pop. The Denman manager wants an answer by next week.

I have to take GG to an appointment on Friday: I intend to see the lovely staff at John Hunter Hospital before this to see if they can shed any light on the subject. I'm not holding my breath, but I am hopeful.

Is anyone interested in some afternoon tea on Friday afternoon? Lovely Lisa has my mobile phone number.....

Anyhoo, time for bed. My reflexes at avoiding impact with problems are better if I get enough rest......

Goodnight zzzzzzz

4 comments:

Michelle said...

Life is farking relentless is it not!

xxxxxxx

Cyndy said...

Abso-bloody-lutely!

Natalie said...

Tedious and worrisome ~ sigh.
Bloody trains should just stay at the station.

jewell said...

it never rians but it pours...sometime one coul;d wish to be able to see into the future maybe for a week or so?!!!