I got back late from work yesterday and we had to go straight out grocery shopping so I forgot to ring. I really, really wish I had.


I had a letter this morning- brown envelope with Her Majesty's Service printed on it. Great I think, my blood results finally. well, it was from the Medical Centre, but it was an invitation to a Chronic Disease Clinic to discuss my high blood pressure and the treatment I am receiving.

"The aim of the clinic is to ensure that you are receiving the most up to date information on medication, lifestyle advice and chronic disease management."

Well thanks very much, but I am under the care of a specialist team, headed but the country's leading doctor on Hypertension in young people. What can a GP add to that?

I'll admit that I lost it slightly, threw the letter on the floor, screamed that I didn't care I wanted my results and stormed upstairs. And cried a bit. Wonder what excuse I'll be given on monday when I ring to see where my fucking letter is. How hard is to to send a letter??

And my darling husband is off to Oman on monday for 10 days. I hate being on my own for more than a couple of days, so I am one un-happy bunny.