Derek Northcote
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Wick, Wales, UK
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Hi,
Thanks for all the comments and support.
When I originally created this post I was angry, miffed, furious and a might chagrined to say the least.
Having lived with this reality in my head for a few days I have decided to make use of it.
Despite living with the CH for 3 years , albeit managed to a point now this new horror has shown face.
Last week was very bad in that I am living on my own at the moment as my partner had to return to Scotland in order to look after his father who had a severe heart attack in his 70's.
He is still OK but can no longer live alone.
Hence my partner going to help.
In the midst of all this I received the news about the cancer.
Of course as in the initial receipt of CH the mind plays overtime, convinced every pain is the last.
And as we know, in CH it isn't.
I appreciate all of the religious comments and thoughts, however I must make it known that I am not religious and fully expect to go through whatever I have to go through on my own.
I just wish I could have your religious convictions, but alas I can't.
Today was a bit of a set back.
Six weeks ago when initially diagnosed the impersonal, rude, robotic uncaring NHS locum Doctor recommended a medication to clear up a laryngeal thrush infection.
This being Fluconazole in preparation for clearing the throat and larynx for the biopsy.
Despite telling this idiot that Fluconazole increases the efficacy of Verapamil, he just did not listen.
It did, and nearly cost my my job as I was fainting all over the place.
My throat is now completely on fire, therefore I went to my local practice again.
In the UK you have to call after a certain hour and in my case 08:30 , and keep trying in order to get an appointment.
Having started calling at 08:30, redial, redial, redial etc, I eventually got through to a 16 year old girl who managed to "fit me in" at 11:10 with whichever Doctor was deemed available by some crap software.
Compulsory in this is for the 16 year old person to ask me what the problem is.
My retort being, none of your bloody business.
I duly turned up for the appointment at the doctors surgery 10 minutes early, having explained to my boss that I had the appointment.
56 minutes later, still sitting in the waiting room and having noted 44 other souls in this small waiting room simply awaiting some attention from the over harassed receptionists, I was eventually called.
"Mr Northcote. Go to room 2 and wait there."
Off I went to Room 2's waiting room and, again. waited, waited, and waited some more.
The 11:10 appointment lo and behold became a 13:20 appointment.
However. Finally, having been ushered into the inner sanctum of the awaited Doctor one parked ones bum.
I explained the CH, the Biopsy, the medication for the thrush, the terrible pain etc.
Da Da.
This doctor came up with Phenoxymethylpenicilin as the answer.
Despite all of the computerized records that were right in front of his face, and despite the BNF records that I verbally advised the man that I was on the anti Thrush medication in order to have the operation, the idiot prescribed the very penicillin that actually ensures that that the anti Thrush medication does not work.
I am of the feeling that I simply do not trust any of these so called "professionals".
We are on our own, and random chance seems to be the order of day.
I give up.
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