well waddya know?

Ya know what? Fuck 'em. I've had it. I've put up with all their shit, poking me about, cutting me open, pulling things out, putting stuff in and I've had enough. When they told me 2 and half weeks ago that they were finally taking the pin out but putting the Ilizarov frame on, it took me a while to get my head around the idea and accept that it wasn't over just yet. To accept the weekly/fortnightly visits back at the hospital (albeit in Chertsey, 70 miles away rather than the normal 20 mile jaunt) to accept the 3-5 day stay for the op, to accept that I was going back on the bastard antibiotics long term after just getting shot of the fucking things - still now my stomach is not right, to accept that it would be another 6 - 12 months before things were anywhere near normal. I've tried to be upbeat about this, I've been "brave" (bollocks have I, I've just accepted stuff and got on with it, which is what we all do) but tonight folks, I have reached breaking point.
Today St Peter's in their wisdom, have cancelled operation number 8, that was scheduled for next Thursday. They didn't even call me to let me know. Nope. My GP's secretary was trying to sort out the transport for me because they wouldn't give that to me either and she called me back after I left a message. She thought I knew because St Peter's said they had contacted me yesterday and explained - this made me laugh a bit because I imagine a very confused person is now wondering what the hell that call was about - 'cos they certainly didn't phone me.

Their reason?
I am allergic to metal.

Well, that's news.
I've always been allergic to some metals and my consultant at Brighton poo-pooed the idea that this might be why the leg wouldn't heal. The nurses at St Peter's 2 and half weeks ago poo-pooed the idea, saying that what the skin is allergic to has no bearing on what happens inside the leg.
So, why the sudden change of heart?
Why the demand for a patch test a week before the scheduled op when they have had all this time to play about with? Why wait until it is impossible to get a test done and get a result before my op?

I am so unbelievably pissed off right now - I've done a complete range of emotions - gone from incredulity to rage, to frustration and now to depression and despair.
I have bankrupted myself this month buying clothes to fit the frame as my trousers wouldn't fit over it, books and puzzles and shit for hospital, 2 pots of probiotic capsule shite because my stomach can't take any more anti biotics - and not least sorting out care of my son and feed the always hungry child, sort the house and cat whilst I was supposed to be "inside".

I've still got the Incapacity Benefit fiasco hanging over my head which is going to tribunal allegedly, I'm also awaiting a mammagram appointment due to a disturbing problem discovered in June, that had been cancelled due to the fact that I was supposed to be in hospital having the stupid frame fitted.
Tonight it is not good to be me