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[hellison]

Because of the stupid fucking postal strike the referral letter from the doctor hasn't got to the physio yet. And probably won't for a while yet.

Turns out it's not the postal strike, it just took the secretaries til friday to type up a letter dictated as Urgent on Tuesday. Allegedly it was delivered by hand to the hospital (which is just across the road) on Friday. But somehow it still hasn't made it all the way to the physio dept.

They won't arrange an appointment until they get the letter.

So it could still mean another two fucking weeks before I even get to *see* the physio, never mind actually get anywhere.


RARR.

Also, it did finally sink in over the weekend that I really have fucked my ankle up good and proper. Yes, I do realise it has taken me four months to realise this and I have been a tad stupid over-optimistic all along about it getting better.

On the plus side, when I have been wearing the sandals with the strap across the middle, it looks like I've had corset on it when I take it off. Yay for squidgey swelling :p

How is your monday sucking?

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_unhurt_/]

The only men I see these days who are over 5 and under 60 are related to me.

well, the only ones i see are S and A and little red and the people at my party! this is not substantively better!

but i can see how the frustration might make you feel burninatey. *snicker*

[hellison.livejournal.com]

Well no. Not much better. But you *could* go out of the house to... places that are not the house! Where there might be men that are not cow-orkers or relations ;p