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August 2011: the earlier posts in this blog are a mess, the result of me changing the format some time ago. I'm working to edit the entire blog from the beginning, but with over 4K posts and sodall time for such luxuries it's going to take a while... [02/09/16 - Now reached 09/10/2004][20/03/2019 - giving up. I don't have enough time to update the blog atm, let alone edit old entries!]
If you come across any words you don't recognise in this blog, take a look at the Taylorspeke Glossary in the left-hand infopane, you'll usually find a definition there.
First, a recommendation. Dive over to The Jonathan Day Fiction Site and try some of the stories. I love this author's writing - it's funny, bitingly witty, dryly incisive, chilling, and deliciously subversive by turns. Absolutely well worth a look!
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
[growl] So Ken woke me up at 8 am after about 3 hours sleep, which gave me just enough time to get up and ready for the hospital transport at 8.20 (yeah, I know, I'm really speedy when I have to be...). 8.20 came and went, no transport. 8.50 came and Ken rang the hospital, was given the number for transport. Engaged. Continued being engaged for the next half an hour. 9.20 - our appointment time - came and went. Phone still engaged. I rang the hospital, who were very apologetic and said they couldn't get through either, but not to worry, as long as we could get there before mid-day Kai could still be seen...
Finally got through to transport at 9.50, who took the number and said they'd find out what was happening and ring us back. Rang back 5 minutes later to say the transport would be with us in 10 minutes - which it was...
We finally got to the hospital at 10.30 - after going up to the Children's Centre to find that our appointment was actually at the Children's Hospital: it looks like the sprog-psychology department is moving down there permanently (which is no bad thing, it's bright and modern and friendly and a damn sight easier to get to.) We finally saw the consultant at just before 11...
Now, I don't blame the hospital, and I don't really blame transport: our driver had been drafted in from Bath to drive today (I didn't ask why, but I assume it was because of either staff-shortages or the regular ambulance drivers being too busy.) What does annoy me is that if someone had rung to tell us, we could have bloody bussed there and been seen at the right time. As it was, Ken was three hours late taking his medication (he didn't take it before we went as it would have left him with the usual pounding headache and feeling like shit, and he wanted to be in a reasonable mental state to talk to the doctor), I was knackered before we were seen, and we were all stressed.
[growl] But anyway, it was a fair session, and Dr A has come up with some suggestions as to ways to maybe help get Kai into John Cabot. Actually I think it was partly his way of suggesting ways to help me take more control of what's happening in our lives, since so much is out of my control and fairly obviously causing stress. I'm not a control freak as such, but I really hate feeling helpless... But anything that helps Kai obviously also helps us, and the suggestions were good ones...
Dr A's going to spend a little time in Kai's class, to get a view of the problems at school with an eye to suggesting strategies for coping, which I'm pleased about. Will report back as to outcomes as and when.
It was gone 12 when we left the hospital, and since there was no way Kai could get to school for the afternoon even if we'd arranged it, I bought us day bus tickets and we went up the Gloucester Rd to explore the second-hand shops. Kai didn't do too badly, but it was a bit disappointing for me. However, it was nice to see what had changed, and good to have a really good scour.
I was dropping by the time we got back though - went straight up for a sleep while Ken took over dinner etc for Kai. I'm still tired, but tomorrow we're back to what passes for normal in this family. And I have to continue writing the book.
In the meantime, Lutra suggested I scan a grumpy rhino. So here you go - these are what's on my big baggy top. ([frown] Actually, he looks more dopey than grumpy, perhaps...)