h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It was months ago, I got approval to start human growth hormone injections. In clinic we'd seen and I'd played with the self-injection device, to determine, yes, I can use it myself.

William and I had been planning on a summer holiday. We didn't have one as we were waiting for two things; well, three actually;

. the bone density scan.

. Pre-tests before starting the growth hormone; I have to have bloods done (lipid profile etc), waist, hip measured weight taken, etc., etc., - The growth hormone injections start as a 6 month trial, one has to have made improvements that can be measured to then continue with it; afterall, there isn't much point self-injecting every day, if one is recieving no benifit, which makes sense.

. The growth hormone starting itself, which basically involves being contacted directly by the pharmacuticle company's own nurses, who organise supplies, etc, and supervise at first, the self-injections etc, and administer it all.

So, after not having heard anything from endocrinology in ages. I phoned them today.

"err.... I'll get someone to phone you back..."


Just had that person phone back.

Astonishingly, I now have an appointment for the pre-starting growth hormone measurements etc. I assume this was obviously in hand, and I would have heard anyhow, of the appointment in the next few days. Not for one moment can they be so useless that actually its only because I've phoned them they've remembered I exist, and got an appointment for me. Next Tuesday (week tomorrow as it happens).

Bone density scan; nothing on my records. so no bone density scan. I'll not do well in a wheelchair.

Obviously after the pre-assessment I guess I'll start the self injections quite soon after. assuming of course, endocrinology at hospital, phone, write, whatever to the pharmacuticle company soon after.

Useless. absolutely .... useless. It'd have been far easier if I'd have gotten a decent cancer last year and died. This level of incompetant and useless treatment is really not doing anything to help. I felt better whilst I was still undergoing radiotherapy than I do now.I wonder if punching my consultants face out would help me feel better.

Do we even *have* a 'speechless' smiley?



Mol

:-|
not exactly, but pretty speechless.
This madness that 2legs has to endure is just over the top.
How hard can it actually be to just do the jobs they have? The incompetence is astounding.

I like this--> O_o

But is usually equally applicable.

Good ones both.

we've not had any new smileies since...... a long long long while Mind, they've still not got the new skin working phew.... hot today and suffering like mad as it warms up... made it outside early though, to HB, for vitamine D3 and vitamine C tablets and a jar of gherkins from the supermarket.... I appear to be having the menapause and pregnancy cravings at the same time not due next testosterone injection until the 4th October I think Still feeling better not taking the levothyroxin than I was taking it... but I'm definately getting fatter. now increased weight a third since the start of chemotherapy last year and I'm not eating any more now than I was before then if anything less