Yesterday felt like starring in a particularly exhausting episode of “Rodger the Dodger”, one step forward, three dragged back.
Matthew had his CT scan, which sounds promising on paper but, in reality, leaves us just as in the dark as a blackout in Blackpool. There’s hope, though! The clinic, a sparkling, brand-new diagnostic centre near Scarborough, was so state-of-the-art that I half-expected the MRI to offer us a cup of tea. All the medical gadgetry looked like it had been nicked straight from the future (or at least John Lewis). If anything is going to uncover Rodger the Dodger’s hideout (Matthew’s unwelcome, unpaying lodger), it’ll be these machines. Now, all we need is the results. We did try a little light bribery with the nurse (twenty quid and both my dachshunds for a sneak peek at the report), but she just smiled politely and didn’t budge. Clearly, she’s immune to both cash and canine brides.
So we wait. Apparently, it’s all down to the specialists now, which, let’s face it, is like waiting for the next season of your favourite show on Netflix. Will they? Won’t they show it soon?
On the drive home, we accidentally found ourselves falling into The Fox & Hound car park in Filey. (Honestly, cars have a mind of their own.) As fate would have it, we decided to have a spot of lunch. Let me tell you, if you’re ever in the area, run, don’t walk, to this pub. I had real chips, battered halloumi and a salad (for health, you know, like when people order a large Big Mac Meal with a Diet Coke), and Matthew went all out with two kinds of carvery meat in a Yorkshire pudding the size of Scarborough. The gravy was so good that I nearly asked for a jug to take home and drink. I even dipped my chips in it, which I think should be a compulsory law in Yorkshire.
After all that excitement, we headed home for a nap. Right now, I’m feeling grateful for the support network we have. Family, friends, and the marvellous team at the community centre, who are helping cover my shifts while I ping-pong between appointments. Today’s a double-bill: two doctor appointments, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. I popped into work first thing and knew that if exhaustion didn’t floor me before the next one, I’d go back to work until 1 pm, which I did.
Sam, our supervisor, is an absolute legend, helping me hold the fort and keeping the ship afloat. Thank you, team. Thank you, Sam, for supporting me at work (and feeding me, your food is banging! Otherwise, I doubt I would have time to eat). You’re all the real stars in this Rodger Dodger soap opera. By the end of next week, I will have thought up some 70s cast-off soap opera names for you all.
So, onwards we go, one hopeful step at a time (with a brief nap between episodes). Just like now, time to rest until the next appointment.
Much love to you all.
Kate xx
