Well, we got to the station at required time to get me to my appointment at St Thomas'
It was a very bad pain day so was going to be a tough journey whatever.
Trains cancelled so we waited 50 mins on a hard metal station seat. Finally got a train which was going to London but not the station we needed. Got to London Bridge and decided to get a taxi as we were going to be late.
Got rattled around in the taxi and by the time we arrived in the Department at St Thomas' I was in agony and could hardly move.
Met a really lovely Consultant who was very compassionate and understanding. I wasn't expecting to have a physical exam but she examined everything. My arm that doesn't raise, neck, ribs back and pelvis. She even tried to get leg raise, by which time I was sobbing with pain.
Returned to the seat by her desk, trying to compose myself when she looked me full in the face, said 'you've been through so much for so long and I'm really sorry but I'm not the right doctor - you should have been given an appointment for someone who does Neuromodulation AND THATS NOT ME 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁
So, she is going to sort an appointment for me with the right person as soon as possible and then I'll have to go through the whole process all over again.
The journey home was gruelling, Alex had to ask for a seat for me and I was still weeping with pain - most embarrassing.
Home now and had to resort to the really big gun meds and hoping things will start to settle. At the moment I am on fire all the way down my right side from under my ear to the sole of my foot.
How can this happen, it's beyond belief.
Sorry for the tale of woe friends when you gave me such support and encouragement