It’s been a fairly crap week if I’m honest. On Monday, my sister and I had the unenviable task of seeing our dad go into a care home. He has Parkinson’s Disease and associated dementia and has reached a point where he needs a higher level of care than family can provide. It’s hoped the full care home is a short term stay until he can get into an assisted living facility. Unfortunately Covid has led to admissions in his preferred facility being put on hold for a while.
The rest of the week saw a challenge at work. A problem not suitable for sharing in a public blog, suffice to say we all sometimes have to deal with difficult people in our workplaces! It was finally resolved on Thursday, by which time I’d pretty much stopped caring anyway, mainly because I was dealing with bigger worries with my dad’s situation and my four year seizureversary.
My rubbish week finished of perfectly today with an MRI scan. Hubby couldn’t go into the hospital with me due to Covid restrictions, so he waited in the car. He waited while I had it confirmed that Infusion Services hadn’t been booked, despite me checking beforehand on two separate occasions. He waited while three different nurses tried valiantly to cannulate a vein......any vein, in vain. He waited while Infusion Services finally arrived and took over searching for a vein, unfortunately again in vain :(
He waited when everybody admitted defeat and agreed there was no vein to be found today. He waited in the car as I waited in a hospital cubicle because the radiographers had had to take other patients ahead of me. We both waited on our own as my stupid veins held everybody up in an already very busy department.
He waited while I finally had my scan, albeit not the full thing because no vein means no contrast dye. They still get images but they don’t have the same detail as they can get with the dye.
My poor husband, who in two days time will have put up with me for 24 years of marriage, waited alone in a car in a hospital multi storey car park for FOUR hours! When I rang to say I was finished he told me to wait inside so I didn’t get cold, and came down to greet me with a hug and words of reassurance and comfort. He put his arm around me and took me back to the car before bringing me home via a motorway services Burger King because we were both starving!! He brought me home, ordered me into my pyjamas and fleecy dressing gown, and has been spoiling me ever since.
Bad veins are nobodies fault. Years of treatment are hard on a body. Thankfully I have years of marriage to a wonderful man to keep me strong. We’ll get the scan results in a few weeks time. I don’t expect them to show any changes. If they do appear to show a change then no doubt we’ll have to go through another vein attempt that hopefully won’t be in vain again.
As Bob Marley said;
“Live for yourself and you’ll live in vain, live for others and you will live again.”
My husband is a man who will definitely live again. Xx
