Thanks @jjraak ....Glad you had such a nice moment after what sounds a frustratingly horrendous day.
As for Over reacting @gennepher ...mmhh
I think they got off very lightly.
They've no idea how lucky they were.
you didn't go full grambo....
London Road has decent memories from my early teens, as the area had a few venues from the disco scene in the seventies. Seen a few groups, at the big theatres and always went to TJs, especially at Christmas. I once took Mrs L when dating, cos we needed her then new Christmas ornaments, the bus stop for us when going to see someone in Bootle. I should have guessed that it was a expensive day out.Thank you @Lamont D
I appreciate what you say.
I remember that area from since 1971, and I knew it very well. I lived near there. It has changed very much architecturally over the years... and now the old Royal is coming down by piece by piece. And TJ Hughes is bring gutted, although the architecture remains.
J used to work at TJHughes. It was at his favourite job. It was building Christmas Grottos. J was lent out to the other major department stores in Liverpool to build or work on their grottos or repair or update them. J's father, a Master Mariner, thoroughly disapproved of J's job.
You take care...
No no no you are not overreacting. That is appalling behaviour @gennepher.Fbg today 8.3
I presume the stress of yesterday. And my eating was out of kilter...
No wildlife video today...I have been sleeping...and I am going back to sleep when I have finished my cup of tea.
I wanted to share what happened at the eye hospital yesterday and am interested in your thoughts.
It’s taken me a day to process everything from the eye hospital...it felt like such a bad experience, even compared to the other times I’ve faced deafness-related issues.
So, when I arrived, the receptionist couldn’t find me on the system. She sent me to another desk, and that receptionist also couldn’t find me. Eventually, they just told me to sit down. This wasn’t just me; they seemed to be doing the same with everyone, so I’m guessing their computer system was down.
The first person I saw got impatient with me very quickly. I explained I’m deaf, needed her to face me, and couldn’t manage if she added extra instructions mid-test when I couldn’t see her lips. Instead of listening, she snapped at me to "just get on with it."
By this point, my glasses were steaming up—probably from nerves and the pressure of her attitude. I took them off to clean them, but she got cross again and insisted I put them back on. I tried to explain that I couldn’t even see the eye chart with steamed-up glasses, but she wasn’t having it.
Her student came over to help but ended up knocking my cochlear processor off while pushing my glasses back on. Suddenly, I couldn’t hear a thing. As I was trying to reattach the processor’s magnet to my head, the student disconnected it again while still trying to fit my glasses. It was chaos...
I started explaining that it’s not a hearing aid and that the processor must stay connected. Otherwise, I’d need to use my phone to reset the settings. The nurse didn’t seem to care and got even more frustrated. When I finally took out my phone to fix it, she snapped at me for "using my mobile." I tried explaining it’s my remote control for the processor, but she didn’t listen and treated me like I was a nuisance.
When I finally got it reconnected, my glasses steamed up again! I took them off to clean them, and the nurse just lost patience completely, barking at me to "get on with it." By now, I was flustered and stressed, but I somehow managed to finish the test.
The next person I saw wasn’t much better. They showed no understanding of my deafness or cochlear implant, even though I wore my badge stating I’m deaf and lip-read. I also had my hair tied up to make the processor and magnet obvious. I felt like I was wasting their time when, in reality, just a tiny bit of understanding would’ve meant I’d take no longer than a hearing person.
I’ve been going to this hospital for 25 years, and I’ve never experienced such extreme deafness discrimination.
Later, someone else told me I have a cataract in one eye, which I’d suspected. I then saw two ophthalmologists, who confirmed it and discussed an operation. They seemed kind enough but disappeared to consult the main specialist. When the specialist entered, he looked very angry and spoke to me quickly and sharply.
I explained I couldn’t lip-read him at that speed and needed him to slow down. He didn’t care and just repeated himself. I caught some of the words—"it’s very simple"—but couldn’t make out what he was saying. When I finally recognized the words "eye drops," I said, "Yes, I use eye drops."
Out of nowhere, he snapped, "You’re discharged," like he was expelling me! Then he stormed out of the room.
The two ophthalmologists were clearly intimidated—they shrank into their chairs while he spoke and later told me he’s like that with them too. They reassured me that the cataract operation would still go ahead and that the discharge was only from the clinic for my original issue.
Thankfully, the next doctor I saw was much better. He moved the machinery aside when he needed to speak so I could lip-read, which only took a few extra seconds. It was such a relief to feel understood.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t time for a pre-op assessment, so I’ll have to go back in January for that. But at least they measured me for the lens.
By the end, I was completely exhausted—physically, emotionally, and mentally.
What do you think? Am I overreacting? Should I say something formally, or just let it go?
Thanks for reading all this—it’s been a lot for me to process...
Take care.
Hopefully my normal service will be resumed tomorrow...
Creative...a black line drawing put through Kaleider. I quite like it!!!
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You have good memories of the area.London Road has decent memories from my early teens, as the area had a few venues from the disco scene in the seventies. Seen a few groups, at the big theatres and always went to TJs, especially at Christmas. I once took Mrs L when dating, cos we needed her then new Christmas ornaments, the bus stop for us when going to see someone in Bootle. I should have guessed that it was a expensive day out.
there was a clothes shop that always had the best latest gear.
Of course being fascinated with history and astronomy, the museums, around the corner by St. Georges.
And was there for the new planetarium back when. And the Egyptian collection was always worth a visit with the kids and grandkids.
I would ask which way did you travel back?
I'm totally aware of central Liverpool traffic, especially at those times you mentioned.
But you do have a choice of getting to the A55. And the options can be found on your smartphone, I think you said you can use it.
When travelling North in my last job, anytime we knew it would be heavy traffic, we avoided the city centre. Like the plague..
I do hope you get sorted.
Thanks @Krystyna23040No no no you are not overreacting. That is appalling behaviour @gennepher.
Thank goodness for the kind lady at the cafe.
Not a good day at all. Keep calm and carry on I suppose despite all the frustration - are they just helpless or hopeless when it comes to individual needs. Smashing kaleidoscope mind.Fbg today 8.3
I presume the stress of yesterday. And my eating was out of kilter...
No wildlife video today...I have been sleeping...and I am going back to sleep when I have finished my cup of tea.
I wanted to share what happened at the eye hospital yesterday and am interested in your thoughts.
It’s taken me a day to process everything from the eye hospital...it felt like such a bad experience, even compared to the other times I’ve faced deafness-related issues.
So, when I arrived, the receptionist couldn’t find me on the system. She sent me to another desk, and that receptionist also couldn’t find me. Eventually, they just told me to sit down. This wasn’t just me; they seemed to be doing the same with everyone, so I’m guessing their computer system was down.
The first person I saw got impatient with me very quickly. I explained I’m deaf, needed her to face me, and couldn’t manage if she added extra instructions mid-test when I couldn’t see her lips. Instead of listening, she snapped at me to "just get on with it."
By this point, my glasses were steaming up—probably from nerves and the pressure of her attitude. I took them off to clean them, but she got cross again and insisted I put them back on. I tried to explain that I couldn’t even see the eye chart with steamed-up glasses, but she wasn’t having it.
Her student came over to help but ended up knocking my cochlear processor off while pushing my glasses back on. Suddenly, I couldn’t hear a thing. As I was trying to reattach the processor’s magnet to my head, the student disconnected it again while still trying to fit my glasses. It was chaos...
I started explaining that it’s not a hearing aid and that the processor must stay connected. Otherwise, I’d need to use my phone to reset the settings. The nurse didn’t seem to care and got even more frustrated. When I finally took out my phone to fix it, she snapped at me for "using my mobile." I tried explaining it’s my remote control for the processor, but she didn’t listen and treated me like I was a nuisance.
When I finally got it reconnected, my glasses steamed up again! I took them off to clean them, and the nurse just lost patience completely, barking at me to "get on with it." By now, I was flustered and stressed, but I somehow managed to finish the test.
The next person I saw wasn’t much better. They showed no understanding of my deafness or cochlear implant, even though I wore my badge stating I’m deaf and lip-read. I also had my hair tied up to make the processor and magnet obvious. I felt like I was wasting their time when, in reality, just a tiny bit of understanding would’ve meant I’d take no longer than a hearing person.
I’ve been going to this hospital for 25 years, and I’ve never experienced such extreme deafness discrimination.
Later, someone else told me I have a cataract in one eye, which I’d suspected. I then saw two ophthalmologists, who confirmed it and discussed an operation. They seemed kind enough but disappeared to consult the main specialist. When the specialist entered, he looked very angry and spoke to me quickly and sharply.
I explained I couldn’t lip-read him at that speed and needed him to slow down. He didn’t care and just repeated himself. I caught some of the words—"it’s very simple"—but couldn’t make out what he was saying. When I finally recognized the words "eye drops," I said, "Yes, I use eye drops."
Out of nowhere, he snapped, "You’re discharged," like he was expelling me! Then he stormed out of the room.
The two ophthalmologists were clearly intimidated—they shrank into their chairs while he spoke and later told me he’s like that with them too. They reassured me that the cataract operation would still go ahead and that the discharge was only from the clinic for my original issue.
Thankfully, the next doctor I saw was much better. He moved the machinery aside when he needed to speak so I could lip-read, which only took a few extra seconds. It was such a relief to feel understood.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t time for a pre-op assessment, so I’ll have to go back in January for that. But at least they measured me for the lens.
By the end, I was completely exhausted—physically, emotionally, and mentally.
What do you think? Am I overreacting? Should I say something formally, or just let it go?
Thanks for reading all this—it’s been a lot for me to process...
Take care.
Hopefully my normal service will be resumed tomorrow...
Creative...a black line drawing put through Kaleider. I quite like it!!!
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Both helpless and hopeless as regards individual needs @dunelmNot a good day at all. Keep calm and carry on I suppose despite all the frustration - are they just helpless or hopeless when it comes to individual needs. Smashing kaleidoscope mind.
I have a proper ceramic plug-in heater. It is approximately 40 years old @dunelmGood morning everyone from another breezy start to the day here in the dark and dangerous north. Conversations with my mother yesterday on a video call. We are going to France next summer with our youngest son and family; we will fly from Leeds and they from Birmingham, meeting up in Bordeaux and picking up hired transport. Mum is in charge of accommodations. Conversation drifted towards the idea of her buying one of those ceramic plug in heaters that are raved about on what I think are dodgy websites - “save loads of money, blah blah, better than your central heating, waffle waffle”. We talked about trying to overcome the laws of thermodynamics and I suggested it would be just as useful to poke tin foil behind the radiators or wear a tin foil hat. As we hurtle and tilt towards the solstice on 21st I may just have to dig out my woolly vest and thermal shorts. Art bit - big trees. Hope your day progresses favourably. I am being a daredevil this morning, mixing the Aribica level 4 offerings from two separate outlets - crazy I know!
Very Peppa Pig. Never too old for splashing in puddles. Our #1 grandson called them Muddy Cuddles (much better than the real title) as he splashed and rolled around in them (JKP bought him a dinosaur waterproof suit for that very purpose after the first time) The best puddles were near heaven: an old ruined Church and graveyard in the village in which we will be taking tea today. We were about 200 yards from where his great, great, great grandparents lived, showed him photos but he was too young really. He and we, probably more, loved those dog walks - we crossed the Meridian line and the Troll Bridge which required feeding it sweets as a toll. That walk was the last walk of both our last two dogs - they loved that walk. Nostalgia ain't wot it used to be.5.8 this morning.
Chilly but brilliant sunshine here in Central Norfolk. It must have really rained overnight as the park was waterlogged and quite muddy.
At the entrance there was a huge puddle (about 8ft wide) which was ideal to clean my boots in.
Had an enjoyable splash around in it - on the pretext that I wanted to make sure my boots were really clean.
Morning all from a run of the mill grey skied, damp, dull mid+ December day in this peculiar limbic (top clue for wokeness) settlement where The Brecks and The Fens don't really mesh agreeably: no country for old men. My posts are more of a nuisance than any kind of help or interest to y'all but here goes. We are off to Cambs, specifically the Old Hurstingstone Hundred of Huntingdonshire where I "belong" while on earth or at least feel as much the real earthly me as I think I ever become. Certainly a more efficacious means of managing bg for me than LC/Keto, IMHO. The plan is to lay a wreath on my parents' grave, deliver Christmas cards via two aunts to my family there and spend a little time with them both. There will be ..... tea. @dunelm thank you for the latest wonderful art. You are being a daredevil mixing those coffees: coffee cocktail for breakfast as an early start to Christmas (either use the whole word or say Winterval, holidays or something), does it have a suggestive name? @gennepher the more one reads of your troubles with the wider medical profession the more one realises it is a systemic issue. If these positions increasingly need people to be degree level or certainly more qualified why would anyone want to take up those jobs when they could possibly earn more, under less stress, as a checkout assistant? Them's my onions anyhow. I warned you this would be like a wasp ruining your peace, sorry. Now go and enjoy Thursday whatever colour/colours your bins.
That is brilliant @alf_JosiahGood happy national bin day Morening fellow posters and painters.
Blood sugars this morning were 7.6, ahh the benefits of being under the weather, I am under strict instructions to do nothing today, dare I? No chance.
If only I knew how use the idiot box remote control. It is a late start for me in Tilehurst Towers, I still have medication to gorge on.
@gennepher
Now here’s a little event that happened some years ago concerning steroid induced cataracts. I lost the vision in my left eye overnight, of I troll to eye casualty at the local hospital, I got examined by two nice young junior doctors who decided to get the consultant in. He arrogantly stormed in to the room and was rude and dismissive to the two junior doctors, by now now I had taken a dislike to him.
He demanded of me that I tell him everything from the beginning,
I replied “in the beginning God created the heaven and earth” the two junior doctors were trying to hide their laughter.
As things turned out the consultant and got on fine, but he was wary around me.
Stay safe all, nasty bugs abound.
Mmmhh.On the front of my folder, I had made a note that the hospital had sellotaped on my folder, which explained I was deaf and how to best communicate with me. So everyone knew straightaway who handled that folder that I was deaf and how to help me. It was a little card that I made many many years ago (2004?) that I used to hand out to people as a bit of a humorous thing about my deafness and to break the ice about it. It had a some pictures on it, that I had drawn. That card served its purpose and worked very well in many situations. As far as I recall, those files used to travel from hospital to hospital depending where your appointments were.
Yeah, that is the way I would have gone. The old tunnel, we don't call them Kingsway or Queensway. It's easier to remember Birkenhead or Wallasey. And from the old tunnel along the start of the A41 at most times especially peak hour, it is stop, start, stop, traffic lights galore even getting towards Eastham to the motorway by Vauxhall, it is so busy..
You have good memories of the area.
I was parked on London road, and so I come down Islington, and through the tunnel.
The traffic was at gridlock to Queensway tunnel. But it was moving slightly towards Kingsway, and so I took that option, came home on the M53, then turn off at A41 & on to A550, then A494 ....
Thank you...
I got one of those heaters for our ice room (front room) and they are much cheaper than using central heating.Good morning everyone from another breezy start to the day here in the dark and dangerous north. Conversations with my mother yesterday on a video call. We are going to France next summer with our youngest son and family; we will fly from Leeds and they from Birmingham, meeting up in Bordeaux and picking up hired transport. Mum is in charge of accommodations. Conversation drifted towards the idea of her buying one of those ceramic plug in heaters that are raved about on what I think are dodgy websites - “save loads of money, blah blah, better than your central heating, waffle waffle”. We talked about trying to overcome the laws of thermodynamics and I suggested it would be just as useful to poke tin foil behind the radiators or wear a tin foil hat. As we hurtle and tilt towards the solstice on 21st I may just have to dig out my woolly vest and thermal shorts. Art bit - big trees. Hope your day progresses favourably. I am being a daredevil this morning, mixing the Aribica level 4 offerings from two separate outlets - crazy I know!
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