Cheese and onion pasty, chips, veg

After a tiring day out yesterday, I was really looking forward to a good night’s rest. Instead what I got was the stabbing, crushing pain of a gallbladder attack, starting around 8pm and lasting into the early hours of this morning.

I have been booked in for a GP appointment to discuss the results of last week’s ultrasound, but not until the end of the month. No hurry, NHS, I’m only in pain over here.

This afternoon mum went to church choir practice for the first time in several years. I called the care agency as soon as I knew she wanted to go, to ask if Lady Friday could come 15 minutes later, just for today. After chasing twice, I was told that they were really sorry but Lady Friday couldn’t accommodate that change.

So when she arrived, I was surprised that she was surprised that mum wasn’t here. Turns out, no-one had even asked Lady Friday before telling me it wasn’t possible. Alongside the lack of mum’s updated care plan, which I have likewise chased twice with no response, I am developing some concerns over the agency’s reliability.

I’m going to have to send them a pointed email. Tomorrow.

For dinner we had Grace’s Bakery cheese and onion pasties. Mum said they were tasteless, which makes me wonder what’s happening with mum’s tastebuds, as they were pretty punchily cheesy and very tasty. On the plus side, I got the last bit of mum’s pasty, so I got the best of that deal.

And so goodnight, and I’ll see you.