I was agonising over my latest visit to the hospital thinking of all the bad stories I’d heard about people with similar problems and how they were affected after having catheters removed. So, when I was discharged yesterday after a successful removal of that sitting have my first coffee in three days, waiting for a cab home, I telephone the consultant’s secretary to thank her for putting up with me regularly on the phone to chase appointments, adding my thanks for the efficient way the consultant handled my problems, asking her to pass them on.
I next called the unit where the catheter and stent were removed. I was not rude to the four clinicians in the room when I entered but equally, I was not shy in putting forward exactly how I felt being there in words leaving them in no doubt as to my position. When they finished I thank them, but with the coffee warming my throat I thought I perhaps another thank you might not go amiss.
But the one person I needed to thank the most did not have a phone line connection. I had to thank Him silently which I did and I’m still doing it.
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