Morale boost

dolittle

Hi Elna et al,
Yes, I got to see a lovely young man this morning, an emergency appt. to find out if I had a chest infection ... before I take my next jab today. (could have done with bringing him home with me.... ).

He explained the whole issue I was asked to observe on the internet, my LFT was double what he expected! Whoopee! No infection, reassurance about the prognosis ...... I'll last far beyond next weekend!(Joke).

Just talking to him . one adult to another ... did me more good than a bag full of pills. Well done him. Pity he's only on loan.

Thanks for your note on the other thread Elna. Hope you're feeling a good deal better today ... you superwoman, you.
((( )))
Luv to all
Dolittle

elnafinn

Dear Do

Your message was so heartwarming to read. I am so happy for you that you had a morale boosting morning. No infection either.

I am feeling fine thank you. Takes a little time or actually a long time to get going each morning, only because I am thinking that I have all day, so why not be gentle to myself and enjoy my journey with my new knee? Why not have breakfast in bed and call a couple of friends? When I had to attend physio early last week, I was ok at getting going faster so I know I can do it when necessary!!

If you are able to put in a good word to someone in authority about this lovely young man, please do so, because it is sooooooo good to praise others. I always get such a lift when I do something like that. Praise does help to make the world go around. When I have done this either face to face or over the telephone, the look or sound of the voice from the person being praised, says it all. Sometimes the praise is passed on via my initial contact and I am sure it does get to the person by some means or other.

Have a lovely rest of the day and week,

Lots of love
Elna x(())

joyful164

Hello Dolittle

It's lovely when you see someone who reassures you like that. Makes up for all the others who brush you aside.

I must admit that I am a little disappointed with my two nurses on Rheumy. They never get in touch to see if things are ok. They just assume... don't they?
I then, in turn, do not like to contact them in case I am being a nuisance. There are questions I want to ask each week. I need reassurances each week that my blood tests are alright. No one bothers to tell me either way. In turn, if I don't bother them, they won't bother me if you know where I am coming from.

But glad everything is going well so far. By the way, do you do the injections yourself?

Joy

dolittle

Hi Elna,
Ta for the message. Yes, I'll be doing that, but I'll make sure it goes to someone who can get it on his records.

Strangely, the jerk who so upset me at the beginning of last week had, last June, received an extremely well-presented, beautifully constructed letter (I'm shy and retiring about my abilities) praising him for the wonderful way his clinic was run and would he please pass it on to his staff. Maybe he's a bit of a dark horse and took affence .... ah well, I thought it was comical. You can't win 'em all!

dolittle

Hi there Joy,
Know what you mean about Rheumy nurse - mine's like a rotweiller (spelling). I think I've had more communications with her answering machine than I've had with her. :roll: Think if she ever actually answered the phone I'd die of fright! Don't think they realise that a little TLC helps our condition, boosts our morale and makes us much more able to cope.

I have long considered that an intensive course for these clinicians could include spells in a wheelchair, calipers on their legs, spints on their hands etc., then they might have an insight into how frustrating and sometimes demeaning this damned illness is. If I won the lottery there would be such a college and a mandatory Qualification/Certificate in Disadvantaged Living!

Yes, I'm ever so clever .. I take a huge deep breath, grab a fistful of my fat belly and push the button. I've found I can count very slowly to 10 at the same time .... multitasking. I said to Rob today, as I did it - "If you can't stand blood and the injured screaming I should go and hide now!". Seriously, Humira jabs are no trouble at all - it's a bit like a wasp sting. The fact that I've felt so much better helped me get used to it. Helps my brain as well - I've got an Excel record sheet I made and fill in, just in case I'm not well any time and then Rob knows whats the routine is.

So, if there is anyone out there who can't manage ... I'm a fully trained up Humira jabber with 5 weeks experience ... free on demand! (just joking)

Stay well - we'll beat 'em don't worry.
Do little

katat1

Hi Dolittle,

Your posting made me laugh! I am so pleased to hear you sounding so much more upbeat than before - you are right, a bit of TLC from the professionals makes a world of difference!

I think we also share the same rheumy nurse as mine sounds just like yours! I have never had a call from her and all I get is the answering machine too. I have to chase for blood test results, sometimes for weeks before I get them and when I do see her she seems very disinterested in the whole business! At least I have a great consultant to make up for the rubbish nurse!

Anyway, I digress - I just wanted to say I am so pleased you saw a more caring person this time and that you feel better for it. Love the description about how you give yourself the jabs - I don't think I could do it being such a wuss myself!

Very best to you,
((()))
Kat

dolittle wrote:

Hi there Joy,
Know what you mean about Rheumy nurse - mine's like a rotweiller (spelling). I think I've had more communications with her answering machine than I've had with her. :roll: Think if she ever actually answered the phone I'd die of fright! Don't think they realise that a little TLC helps our condition, boosts our morale and makes us much more able to cope.

I have long considered that an intensive course for these clinicians could include spells in a wheelchair, calipers on their legs, spints on their hands etc., then they might have an insight into how frustrating and sometimes demeaning this damned illness is. If I won the lottery there would be such a college and a mandatory Qualification/Certificate in Disadvantaged Living!

Yes, I'm ever so clever .. I take a huge deep breath, grab a fistful of my fat belly and push the button. I've found I can count very slowly to 10 at the same time .... multitasking. I said to Rob today, as I did it - "If you can't stand blood and the injured screaming I should go and hide now!". Seriously, Humira jabs are no trouble at all - it's a bit like a wasp sting. The fact that I've felt so much better helped me get used to it. Helps my brain as well - I've got an Excel record sheet I made and fill in, just in case I'm not well any time and then Rob knows whats the routine is.

So, if there is anyone out there who can't manage ... I'm a fully trained up Humira jabber with 5 weeks experience ... free on demand! (just joking)

Stay well - we'll beat 'em don't worry.
Do little