Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 8.
Tears: No.
In desperation, having left five different voice mail messages and had no response from Ipswich hospital, Freda Fretter decided to call the GP surgery once again on Tuesday afternoon. The secretary she spoke to said that they had no influence with the hospital.
'I thought you might say that,' said Freda, 'but I'm getting nowhere, and it's beginning to stress me.'
'Of course it is, it's not fair. Leave it with me and I'll see if I can find out what's gone wrong. I'll call you later even if I get nowhere.'
Bless her, she did call. 'Well it's taken me all afternoon, but I've finally managed to book you an appointment.' It's a week later than it should be, but at least it's booked for first thing on Saturday 7th July. Of course, Creative Clara is a bit upset that it's then, because she should be selling her vintage stuff that day, but Clever Bird knows that it's more important to get Baggy sorted out. So she will be having a 'gastroscopy and colonoscopy plus biopsy/polypectomy' according to the consent form that has just arrived. She won't be having a colectomy as she put in her last blog (well hopefully not anyway). Sorry about that Baggees, Clever Bird blames auto-correct, but Baggy's sister looked it up and worried!
Mind you, Freda is also worried about the other piece of information that's in the letter, along with the instructions on not eating anything with fibre in it, on the Thursday, and eating nothing at all on the Friday, it also says that Baggy might have to have a blood transfusion. Freda is praying that she won't, Baggy likes her own blood, thanks very much!! But apparently her blood is not doing its job at all, so it might be necessary. All will be fine as long as it's whacky persons' blood, so that it fits in with Baggy.........
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