We use a super-soaker on the ginger tom cat who terrorises our cats - you should see him run!
Here, my grumps are about my horrible anti-embolism stockings, which I have to wear for another two and a half weeks. The pair I came home in are xtra large and hang off the end of my feet. They're also so stretched that the heel bits are now somewhere near my toes.
Rang my GP's surgery (into whose care I have been discharged). After 3rd attempt, got to speak to a receptionist who said "Well, I know how long I had to wear my pair (wtf has *that* got to do with it, pray???

) but I'll ask the question."
She called back about half an hour later to say I should ring the hospital because "everything changes about, you know, and really you need to talk to the hospital" (what?????)
So after doing this

and pacing up and down a lot (haven't started my HRT yet and a bit edgy...) I rang the ward.
The very, very busy and lovely ward clerk spoke to a Dr and the staff nurse, and then said only thing I can do for *them* to help me is go into the hospital and have my legs measured so they can fit me with a pair that fit.
So that's what we'll do, but that means lugging me, and Melony, 20 miles into the centre of town tomorrow evening so that they can do it when things are a bit quieter on the ward. And all the way back.
How far away is my GP's surgery, where presumably they have tape-measures? Three and a half miles. I've got an appointment to see my GP on Wednesday morning and by God is someone going to get a piece of my mind

I've had brilliant care from individuals within the system at every level, but my GP's surgery have dropped the ball time and again in the last few months and frankly I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it any more. Grrrrrrrrr!!!!!
Sad - hope Little Sadette is OK, and I hope you're OK too.
Batty - it's at times like this that I thank the lord that we have no mains gas in the village and got out from under the heel of npower and BT a couple of years ago. Nothing worse that big organisations where the different bits don't speak to each other.... a bit like the NHS, really!
(Mr M is really looking forward to my HRT starting tomorrow...

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