A great Yorkshire word, is mithered. One that I am feeling a lot just lately. It means being nagged or harrassed from all sides. I am heartily sick of seeing HCPs of one sort or another for various check ups and treatments when, to be honest, all I want to do is to be left alone in a quiet corner to read my book. Perhaps, though, I brought some of it upon myself. Having had to see said HCPs I determined to address one or two other health issues that I had let moulder over a not inconsequential time. Getting my house in order is taking longer than I thought with seemingly useless appointments that serve little purpose.
Take for instance an appointment with a nurse who told me she specialised in chronic pain management. The lass thought that neuropathic pain involved only the head and neck. This nurse told me in quite a condescending tone that it was up to she to decide if a referral for cordal injections would be made. This did not augur well for the rest of the mithering that she did about smoking, bg control and excercise.
In the interest of not raising my bp or my bg I will keep the next order of mithering to a minimum. In order to get cordal injections I have to subject myself to weekly appointments lasting three hours each for six weeks to learn How to Live with Chronic Pain. Three hours of Mindfulness will have me so wound up that I'm not sure if I will be able to keep a lid on things. Anyhoo, I had thought that perhaps the appointment for injections would come before the course was to start but a letter arrived yesterday saying that if one or more appointments were missed then 'treatment' would cease. So, they are holding me to ransom, if I want the injections then I must attend this course for the duration. My only other option is to mither my GP for ever increasing dosages of painkillers.
Mither him? I'll bray him! Another Yorkshire word.
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