I'm feeling down. My first knee replacement seems fine, but I now have to wait my turn for the second in order to be able to function properly. I can still hardly walk, cant really function on my own and have to rely on my long suffering partner. Normally I can cope with this all, waiting too for the rituximab, but someone close to me has private medical insurance (through their partner's business interests) and has had a very quick joint replacement - took them a month to get seen to. And they're now leaning on me for sympathy because of the pain. Which I'm in an awful lot of the time but prefer to keep quiet about.
I just resent the inequality involved in the public/ private health care systems we have. Its not easy knowing that there's a queue for treatment that some of us need urgently. It might not be life and death but the slow dripping away of one's life.
Sorry to dump all this on a dark January afternoon! I'm sure that I'll cheer up a bit later.