Well I’ve had yet another outpatients appointment at the ‘Snore clinic’ at New Cross, after complaining I had been once again thrown out of the system. You probably know I have not had a good nights sleep for over twenty years and unsurprisingly, I constantly feel knackered and I am getting more easily irritated with inate objects that refuse to accept that as a memember of the Human race I qualify as being one of the dominant species on our planet. So be warned all you pots and pans that try to bury me alive in your avalanche of steel and plastic; you are in for a good kicking.
I nearly (possibly did) fall asleep in the waiting room and then I saw possibly the fifth consultant of this medical marathon. So he made the mistake of asking how I was? I told him. I was knackered, anoyed at the constant lack of treatment and constant scheming to get me removed from the treatment list, and that I was not expecting anything good to come from this appointment either. Poor chap seemed a little taken aback at this until he checked my records and by his own admittance declared I had been attending on and off for over twenty years and each time I was declared ‘fit for duty’ because they had no clear evidence of sleep apnia other than the penultimate test that showed some mild apnia (I pointed out it may only have been mild as I awoke every hour throughout the night) that did not raise any cause for alarm.
He refused to say how much the air blowing device give to apnia patients cost or even consider this was a reason I had never been given at least a test of this machine, claiming it was not relevent to my results. Not I suppose as they select the set of resluts that suit them best. However, as I was taking notes in a little book, he did say that he would make sure I did not sliop out of the system this time round by making me another appointment for six months time. Whoopie!
On a more practical level he said he would contact the nearest dedicated sleep centre, which apparently is at Stoke, and recommend they review my case. Of course they have a waiting list as long as my complaints against New Cross hospital, so I shouldn’t hold my breath.
So it looks like I may finally be getting to a point where somebody may attempt to do something about my sleep problem, but the idea of going to spend one or two nights wired up like Frankenstein’s monster
scarcely fill me with the hope of a good nights sleep.
Meanwhile, cluthching at straws, the consultant had fell back on the blood pressure issue; the high blood pressurem may be the cause of the sleep problems and NOT a result of the lack of sleep despite what all the information on the internet and opinions of two GPs say. He advised I go back and start poisoning myself again as this MIGHT help. I think I’ll take his aadvice with a pich of salt
If nothing else, I am still inside the ‘system’.