A confusing time.

I haven't written this blog since about the middle of November. I developed Pneumonia which has lasted till now and Is still making itself felt. My knee replacement operation was cancelled. Yesterday I saw my chest specialist at Cheltenham General. His opinion was that I still have a severe infection in my lungs and should be admitted to hospital for ten days to receive intra-venous antibiotics. I baulked at the ten day stay as it brings me right to Christmas and I have things to do, plus, I don't want to leave Harry for that length of time. It's possible that a shorter course might do the trick but I don't know till I start it. Since yesterday morning then , I have been waiting for a phone call that hasn't happened. I'm stuck to the house because of it and I can't pack half of the things I need because things like my drugs (many and varied) and my toiletries are needed every day anyway. Following after the confusing, inconvenient and discourteous way my knee op was cancelled I feel that this wait is too annoying for words. I can guarantee that when someone does call it will be couched in urgent terms and they will expect me to jump into action. Also, this is going to cost a fortune for Harry to visit me in Cheltenham and to park at the hospital. This is so stressful . On top of feeling ill in the first place. I do wish that the NHS was structured to include a little basic courtesy to patients. I am sick of medical appointments, brusque Doctors, lack of information and the whole dismissive-de-humanising ethos that is prevalent in the NHS today. Yes. It's a great institution. I appreciate that and all the the good people who do their best but right now I am seriously fed up with the whole thing. The only good thing to happen is that I have written a sequence of poems, about 16 in all, while I have been ill. When they are edited I shall put a few on this blog. I'm just contemplating phoning my chest specialists secretary to see if I can glean any information but I'm not holding my breath.