Less than a week to go until scanning and injections! Yay?
Henry can now wave and say “Hiya Mama!” to me, and “Hiya Dada!!” to his lovely daddy! We’re oh so proud and looking forward to showing him off, like the beautiful performing monkey he becomes in front of our relations: he really is a confident little thing! So smooth and squidgy and beautiful too, of course, but we’re glad he’s not frustrating enough to only do wonderful things at home, and never in front of his easily delighted grandparents! He also cruises around rooms using only the furniture to balance him, oh terror that he is!
I really hope that this treatment works for me; Henry’s not even 9 months old yet and he’ll literally be running rings around me before long. He can already crawl approximately 8 times faster than I can walk.
So, I telephoned the good people at the Cardiff centre for Atos Healthcare asking whether the fax-of-wonder from my GP (or close approximation of, at least, as my preferred GP is on holiday) had been received and, if so, when is my home-visit appointment going to be, please?
Five minutes of paper rustling followed me giving out that all-opening password of my National Insurance number. “Ah!” I heard a proud exclamation, “here it is!” In the more business-like tones that followed I was told that my file and fax were awaiting inspection by one of their doctors on site and I would hear back from them as soon as that inspection had taken place. Needless to say, if I haven’t heard from them in the next two days, a follow-up phonecall is in order.
Oh yes, well documented disliker of important phone conversations I may be, but if a significant change for the better in my life is a possible outcome of them, I am surprisingly good at follow-ups!
