Had a letter today for an appointment to see Neurologist as I keep losing my balance and falling over. Next July! Bloody hell, good job it's not serious then 🙄😞
It's ridiculous isn't it.
The most harmful thing healthwise for the elderly, is to fall, you don't bounce back like you did when you were younger, and bones definitely don't heal the same
You could hurry them up by telling them you have actually fallen and hurt yourself...it's in their own interest to treat you before you need even more treatment.
I need to see a specialist...if I want to be seen at a local hospital, the wait is over a year. If I am willing to travel 20 plus miles, it's merely a 38 week wait....minimum.
Magica said
Oct 25 2:10 PM, 2023
Syl wrote:
Magica wrote:
Had a letter today for an appointment to see Neurologist as I keep losing my balance and falling over. Next July! Bloody hell, good job it's not serious then 🙄😞
It's ridiculous isn't it.
The most harmful thing healthwise for the elderly, is to fall, you don't bounce back like you did when you were younger, and bones definitely don't heal the same
You could hurry them up by telling them you have actually fallen and hurt yourself...it's in their own interest to treat you before you need even more treatment.
I need to see a specialist...if I want to be seen at a local hospital, the wait is over a year. If I am willing to travel 20 plus miles, it's merely a 38 week wait....minimum.
Who you calling elderly
Yes appointments are ridiculous! I'm going to phone them, can't hurt can it? Says me being optimistic lol.
Syl said
Oct 25 6:35 PM, 2023
Magica wrote:
Syl wrote:
Magica wrote:
Had a letter today for an appointment to see Neurologist as I keep losing my balance and falling over. Next July! Bloody hell, good job it's not serious then 🙄😞
It's ridiculous isn't it.
The most harmful thing healthwise for the elderly, is to fall, you don't bounce back like you did when you were younger, and bones definitely don't heal the same
You could hurry them up by telling them you have actually fallen and hurt yourself...it's in their own interest to treat you before you need even more treatment.
I need to see a specialist...if I want to be seen at a local hospital, the wait is over a year. If I am willing to travel 20 plus miles, it's merely a 38 week wait....minimum.
Had a letter today for an appointment to see Neurologist as I keep losing my balance and falling over. Next July! Bloody hell, good job it's not serious then 🙄😞
It's ridiculous isn't it.
The most harmful thing healthwise for the elderly, is to fall, you don't bounce back like you did when you were younger, and bones definitely don't heal the same
You could hurry them up by telling them you have actually fallen and hurt yourself...it's in their own interest to treat you before you need even more treatment.
I need to see a specialist...if I want to be seen at a local hospital, the wait is over a year. If I am willing to travel 20 plus miles, it's merely a 38 week wait....minimum.
Who you calling elderly
Us.
That was always us, God so long ago. Memories.
Syl said
Oct 25 7:37 PM, 2023
I know...and in hindsight, we wasn't that 'elderly' then either.
Magica said
Oct 25 8:34 PM, 2023
Syl wrote:
I know...and in hindsight, we wasn't that 'elderly' then either.
No we wasnt
Digger said
Oct 26 2:45 PM, 2023
So I go down to the local post office today. It's a large main one. There's a small queue and this woman of African descent is blocking the doorway. She's clearly a migrant, no big deal so I stand there wondering why she's blocking the doorway and not joining the queue of two further down the building. She looks up from her phone, lets me squeeze past. I join the queue.
I look back a few times, she's still there in the doorway not joining the queue, glued to her phone. People can't get past her.
The queue clears, I'm next.
Next thing I know, the girl has crept right up behind me and pushes her way to my side. As the voice on the intercom says...Window Number Two Please...this queue jumping twat takes her first step. My finger connects with her arm. "Don't you dare!" is all I need to say because when I give someone the diamond drill eye it transcends languages. She mumbles something in her mother tongue and I take my place at window number two.
That's right, cupcake. In England we queue.
Magica said
Oct 26 4:41 PM, 2023
Digger wrote:
So I go down to the local post office today. It's a large main one. There's a small queue and this woman of African descent is blocking the doorway. She's clearly a migrant, no big deal so I stand there wondering why she's blocking the doorway and not joining the queue of two further down the building. She looks up from her phone, lets me squeeze past. I join the queue.
I look back a few times, she's still there in the doorway not joining the queue, glued to her phone. People can't get past her.
The queue clears, I'm next.
Next thing I know, the girl has crept right up behind me and pushes her way to my side. As the voice on the intercom says...Window Number Two Please...this queue jumping twat takes her first step. My finger connects with her arm. "Don't you dare!" is all I need to say because when I give someone the diamond drill eye it transcends languages. She mumbles something in her mother tongue and I take my place at window number two.
That's right, cupcake. In England we queue.
👏👍 well done Digs!
Syl said
Oct 26 5:30 PM, 2023
Queue jumpers...a major irritant. I usually say something, because the odd time I don't, I seethe about it for hours.
Syl said
Oct 26 5:32 PM, 2023
Digger wrote:
So I go down to the local post office today. It's a large main one. There's a small queue and this woman of African descent is blocking the doorway. She's clearly a migrant, no big deal so I stand there wondering why she's blocking the doorway and not joining the queue of two further down the building. She looks up from her phone, lets me squeeze past. I join the queue.
I look back a few times, she's still there in the doorway not joining the queue, glued to her phone. People can't get past her.
The queue clears, I'm next.
Next thing I know, the girl has crept right up behind me and pushes her way to my side. As the voice on the intercom says...Window Number Two Please...this queue jumping twat takes her first step. My finger connects with her arm. "Don't you dare!" is all I need to say because when I give someone the diamond drill eye it transcends languages. She mumbles something in her mother tongue and I take my place at window number two.
That's right, cupcake. In England we queue.
I can imagine you could be quite scary in real life.
Digger said
Oct 26 9:18 PM, 2023
Syl wrote:
Digger wrote:
So I go down to the local post office today. It's a large main one. There's a small queue and this woman of African descent is blocking the doorway. She's clearly a migrant, no big deal so I stand there wondering why she's blocking the doorway and not joining the queue of two further down the building. She looks up from her phone, lets me squeeze past. I join the queue.
I look back a few times, she's still there in the doorway not joining the queue, glued to her phone. People can't get past her.
The queue clears, I'm next.
Next thing I know, the girl has crept right up behind me and pushes her way to my side. As the voice on the intercom says...Window Number Two Please...this queue jumping twat takes her first step. My finger connects with her arm. "Don't you dare!" is all I need to say because when I give someone the diamond drill eye it transcends languages. She mumbles something in her mother tongue and I take my place at window number two.
That's right, cupcake. In England we queue.
I can imagine you could be quite scary in real life.
My husband calls it my 'dick withering' look
Syl said
Oct 27 1:25 AM, 2023
Lol, I agree that sometimes a look, especially from a woman, can say more than a thousand words.
Vita said
Oct 28 12:36 PM, 2023
Poppy Scotland want £4.95 to post a wee poppy.
Poppy is £4.99 and £4.95 for postage.
That's greedy.
Magica said
Oct 28 3:32 PM, 2023
Vita wrote:
Poppy Scotland want £4.95 to post a wee poppy.
Poppy is £4.99 and £4.95 for postage.
That's greedy.
Flipping heck, that's extortion!
Anonymous said
Oct 28 5:57 PM, 2023
Digger wrote:
So I go down to the local post office today. It's a large main one. There's a small queue and this woman of African descent is blocking the doorway. She's clearly a migrant, no big deal so I stand there wondering why she's blocking the doorway and not joining the queue of two further down the building. She looks up from her phone, lets me squeeze past. I join the queue.
I look back a few times, she's still there in the doorway not joining the queue, glued to her phone. People can't get past her.
The queue clears, I'm next.
Next thing I know, the girl has crept right up behind me and pushes her way to my side. As the voice on the intercom says...Window Number Two Please...this queue jumping twat takes her first step. My finger connects with her arm. "Don't you dare!" is all I need to say because when I give someone the diamond drill eye it transcends languages. She mumbles something in her mother tongue and I take my place at window number two.
That's right, cupcake. In England we queue.
Dead right! … my kind of response, this is fucking England, learn our rules!
Syl said
Oct 30 12:12 PM, 2023
Irritations..
I went to bed feeling fine, woke up and it feels my like my head is in a bucket. The only other time I felt like this was after I had scuba dived....swishing in my ear, everything is echoing....it's bloody awful.
Magica said
Oct 30 1:34 PM, 2023
Syl wrote:
Irritations..
I went to bed feeling fine, woke up and it feels my like my head is in a bucket. The only other time I felt like this was after I had scuba dived....swishing in my ear, everything is echoing....it's bloody awful.
Oh no, it's not middle East by any chance? Oh I wish you better xx
Magica said
Oct 30 1:35 PM, 2023
Syl wrote:
Irritations..
I went to bed feeling fine, woke up and it feels my like my head is in a bucket. The only other time I felt like this was after I had scuba dived....swishing in my ear, everything is echoing....it's bloody awful.
Oh no, it's not middle ear by any chance? Oh I wish you better xx
Digger said
Oct 30 3:08 PM, 2023
Syl wrote:
Irritations..
I went to bed feeling fine, woke up and it feels my like my head is in a bucket. The only other time I felt like this was after I had scuba dived....swishing in my ear, everything is echoing....it's bloody awful.
There was a story in the paper about some woman with the same symptoms. She had a iddy widdy spider nesting in her ear.
Syl said
Oct 30 5:04 PM, 2023
Digger wrote:
Syl wrote:
Irritations..
I went to bed feeling fine, woke up and it feels my like my head is in a bucket. The only other time I felt like this was after I had scuba dived....swishing in my ear, everything is echoing....it's bloody awful.
There was a story in the paper about some woman with the same symptoms. She had a iddy widdy spider nesting in her ear.
Coincidentally, I mentioned that to my OH....but I was joking.
It's ridiculous isn't it.
The most harmful thing healthwise for the elderly, is to fall, you don't bounce back like you did when you were younger, and bones definitely don't heal the same
You could hurry them up by telling them you have actually fallen and hurt yourself...it's in their own interest to treat you before you need even more treatment.
I need to see a specialist...if I want to be seen at a local hospital, the wait is over a year. If I am willing to travel 20 plus miles, it's merely a 38 week wait....minimum.
Who you calling elderly
Yes appointments are ridiculous! I'm going to phone them, can't hurt can it? Says me being optimistic lol.
Us.
That was always us, God so long ago. Memories.
I know...and in hindsight, we wasn't that 'elderly' then either.
No we wasnt
So I go down to the local post office today. It's a large main one. There's a small queue and this woman of African descent is blocking the doorway. She's clearly a migrant, no big deal so I stand there wondering why she's blocking the doorway and not joining the queue of two further down the building. She looks up from her phone, lets me squeeze past. I join the queue.
I look back a few times, she's still there in the doorway not joining the queue, glued to her phone. People can't get past her.
The queue clears, I'm next.
Next thing I know, the girl has crept right up behind me and pushes her way to my side. As the voice on the intercom says...Window Number Two Please...this queue jumping twat takes her first step. My finger connects with her arm. "Don't you dare!" is all I need to say because when I give someone the diamond drill eye it transcends languages. She mumbles something in her mother tongue and I take my place at window number two.
That's right, cupcake. In England we queue.
👏👍 well done Digs!
Queue jumpers...a major irritant.
I usually say something, because the odd time I don't, I seethe about it for hours.
I can imagine you could be quite scary in real life.
My husband calls it my 'dick withering' look
Poppy Scotland want £4.95 to post a wee poppy.
Poppy is £4.99 and £4.95 for postage.
That's greedy.
Flipping heck, that's extortion!
Dead right!
… my kind of response, this is fucking England, learn our rules! 
Irritations..
I went to bed feeling fine, woke up and it feels my like my head is in a bucket. The only other time I felt like this was after I had scuba dived....swishing in my ear, everything is echoing....it's bloody awful.
Oh no, it's not middle East by any chance? Oh I wish you better xx
Oh no, it's not middle ear by any chance? Oh I wish you better xx
There was a story in the paper about some woman with the same symptoms. She had a iddy widdy spider nesting in her ear.
Coincidentally, I mentioned that to my OH....but I was joking.