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I mentioned earlier that the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. I really don’t like having to make contingency for other people’s poor organisation. Experience has suggested that it is often wise so to do.
On Friday we received an automated SMS reminder of my appointment for a pre-operative X-ray this morning. This is something I organised well in advance to limit the possibility of last minute dot com fuck ups. When I got there at 10:30 on a Monday morning they told me that I did not have an appointment and that it had been set for later in the week. Nobody had the decency to advise me before I got up early and did a 40 minute drive to the hospital.
The Aspie part of my nature says that I may as well go ahead and cancel the hip operation because if they can’t organise this it does not bode well. What else is going Pete Tong and otherwise off-piste?
I have not cancelled the op.
My confidence as to if the scheduled operation will go ahead on time has fallen to 50:50. It is no longer mentally a firm date in the diary. I am already planning and scoping how I might cope with months more hip pain and deteriorating functionality.
I don’t know…
It is all going a bit Pete Tong…
Dreamyoga 