What a week - rejection, ignorance, sourness

Feeling so low today. Had a rotten week. I arrived ok in Scotland (working away from home for 3 days, 2 nights this week). Was taken sick with vomiting and diarrhoea early on Tuesday morning (about 1.00am). Kept on being sick and then sick again. When I thought that was over and was about to head off to call a taxi to the doctors at the local health centre (where most of the doctors were situated) I then started with severe diarrhoea. Felt wrecked.

Tuesday was really windy and very, very wet. Got to the doctors, after a run around to get a doctor to see me and got a cancellation appointment with a very friendly and welcoming doctor.

Went to get my prescription (2 items) from the pharmacy at the centre but they are not up to current standards of accepting cards, only cash or cheques. I only had enough cash for 1 item and my taxi back to the hotel. They said I could walk about 10 minutes to the nearest shop, which had a cash point, just up the hill. JUST UP THE HILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crippled with arthritis in both knees walking is painful enough already, but a 10 minute walk up hill in gale force winds and pouring rain! Ignorant, stupid, uncaring. Those are the polite words I have for Miss Brainless - Witless at the Town Health Centre Pharmacy. During this time I was still being caught short with an urgent need to go for a watery shit since I still had not been able to get my diarrhoea medicine. Did the stupid girl not look at the prescription and realise what I was going through, or was her idea of a gale force rainy walk up hill for 10 minutes while I shat away her idea of a joke?

After a confrontation over the prescription, I could not take one item (the urgent item) and take the prescription to another chemist for the second item. In the end up I took nothing, I got my money and prescription back, called a taxi and went to shopping centre. There, I was able to get some cash from a cashpoint, go to a major high street chain chemist for my prescription and go to a tea shop for some dry toast and water so that I could take a tablet.

At the tea shop I met Mrs Nice and Mrs Sour Face. Mrs Nice could see I was suffering, and was more than willing to let me have a cup of cold water and a cup of hot water with my toast. Mrs Sour Face said I had to pay for the hot water as I could not have hot water and put my own tea bag in it (peppermint to calm my tummy and not irritate it). Mrs Sour Face never stopped being a sour faced scourge for the whole of my time at the tea shop (opposite the major high street chain chemist in the shopping centre, if you know the place).

Mrs Nice managed to slip me a pot of hot water and a cup, so I had my dry toast and a cup of peppermint tea, together with my tablets with cold water. 2 more trips to the loo for the still very loose shits though.

Following this, a quick trip over the road to Tesco's for some vegetable soup and a microwave meal (my dinner being in the fridge at work).

I got a taxi back to the hotel and hopped to have some calm, restful sleep. Unfortunately my room key did not work when I got back! More messing about in getting the room key made live again. Eventually I did get in my room, sleep, have my soup, and start to recover.

Wednesday was going well, but against my better judgement I had agreed to a meeting later than I should have done. The meeting went on past 4.30 which meant I ended up missing my 17.50 train from Glasgow Central. Just under a 2 hour wait at the Station followed.

Even at Glasgow Central I could not have a restful, peaceful time. I had to meet another stupid person! At a high street chain coffee shop there I asked for a skimmed milk hot chocolate. NO SKIMMED MILK!!!!!!!!!! WHAT SORT OF A PLACE IS THAT!!!!!!!!!! HAVE THEY NEVER HEARD OF HEATHLY EATING, LOW FAT DIETS AND CHOLESTEROL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He said what about a coffee, no, I said, I have given it up for Lent. He suggested I go to another coffee chain situated on the station, I did, only to find it was a stall not a sit down place. When I got back to the first chain coffee shop the lad smiled (sardonically). I asked for fruit tea and a low fat muffin. WHY COULD THE STUPID PERSON AT THE FIRST CHAIN COFFEE SHOP NOT HAVE SUGGESTED TEA WHEN I SAID I HAD GIVEN COFFEE UP FOR LENT AND I ONLY WANTED A SKIMMED MILK HOT CHOCOLATE - I AM ON A DIET!!!!!

Take note the Town Health Centre Pharmacy, the tea shop opposite the high street chain chemist, and the chain coffee shop - customer service is important - try harder as you are failing!!!!

As if the week could not get any worse, it did. I got the 19.50 train (the last train down that night to England) and it was slowed down by 40 minutes due to a broken down local train on the line ahead. By the time I got into Darlington at midnight I was tired and ratty. Within minutes of getting off the train my weak bladder was affected by the cold and I needed a pee urgently. Guess what, the week just got worse. The loo's were locked and there was nobody around to get access to the loo's!

The whole experience left me in a frazzled state when I went to Birmingham yesterday for my interviews. I think I did ok at them, I was beyond caring so I just gave them full blast me (not the nice, smiley me). I shall hear more next week.

Today I have been to the doctors for blood tests, picked young daughter up to take her to an interview and got lost (the directions from the company she was going to were appalling). I feel fed-up, ratty, tearful, miserable, low and just want to eat. I gave in to a low fat, low call (but delicious) Baxter's soup and a Ricotta and Spinach Cannelloni. I have also given into to mini chocolate Easter eggs, little low fat cakes, and crisps. All counted though! (Oh, I forgot the little bottle of wine as well). There is another confrontation story - the wine was labelled 'any 25cl wine 3 for £5), but it was wrong - it was only certain 'any' 25cl bottles that were 3 for £5.

I suppose the final thing to make me completely miserable this week is the rejection for ill-health pension. If I get worse I can always re-apply though (another trip to London). I could also appeal! I don't know how long I can carry on. Mentally, I am losing it, physically it is killing me. Maybe I should make more fuss at the doctors? I hate making a fuss though, I just soldier on. Maybe that is what is wrong?

Oh let me pick up for tomorrow. Younger daughter and I are away for a Scottish Slimmers Forum curryoke night. Have I got more challenges to encounter or will I just have a relaxing, uneventful time? Lets see!

Did I say, I did lose 1 lb this Monday though - so it is slowly coming off.

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