I deleted my last post as I thought, on reflection, it was too much of a rant and too negative content, when others have their own problems to deal with.
But here I am again. I've had 5 separate dates for surgery since begining of February, twice I've actually been in hospital, prepped and all ready to go to theatre - and the surgery has been cancelled due to lack of anaesthetic staff/no ITU beds.
It's happened again this morning and I just feel defeated and at the lowest ebb ever. I've been looking at others on the ward and thinking "why you and not me?" and that makes me feel selfish and self-centred. I'm so tired of all this juggling medication and pre-op preparation rituals.
So Teresa May and Matt Hancock - make space in your botched up brexit dealings - there's a letter of complaint heading your way.