PS, your advice was knowledgeable, but it is so different here I can't even begin to explain lol. It did make me miss home in the US a bit though where medical care has a bit more of a personal touch...probably because you are paying for that personal touch, but hey ho.
So, the issues is this. (I finally have a minute to sit down and explain it all.) I am disabled....we all know this, we all know every once in a while a break down in poor poor pitiful me mode, but what we also know is usually, I grind my teeth, bare it and try not to mention how much every bloody day hurts. Well, the nurses have mistook my positive outlook and happy disposition to mean I'm not as bad as I nor my GP think. That's right, my GP spoke to the nurses and explained to them how badly damaged my joints are and how it effects me. This seems to make them even MORE keen that I drag myself out of the house every day and into the clinic for wound care. This is made worse by the fact that I admitted I went to my mother in laws 60th, in a cottage, where I had a handicapped room, on the ground floor where I spent most of my time. To the nurses that equals "out and about". It doesn't matter that it took me a week to recover from that one outting. I'm beyond livid. The nurses booked me into the clinic yesterday, today, tomorrow and monday......exactly ONE DAY after my GP explained my situation. I tried my best. I went yesterday, Mike pushing me in a my wheelchair, but just the act of going from house to car, from car to wheelchair, from wheelchair to examining table/couch and back again meant I woke up moaning in agony. I am unable to do the most basic things now and have had to cancel my appointment this morning and tomorrow morning. I really hate them from the bottom of my heart.
My wound is almost ready to be dressed every other day, so going from yesterday to tomorrow isn't a huge deal, I don't think. And if it starts to hurt or gets gooey, there are after hours nurses I can ring.
I really do think I could do it...the dressing that is. Everything here is done a bit different...all the things I need are individually packaged. So it goes like this: you wash your hands with anti b soap, dry them with paper towels, open a nurse kit which provides a sterile place to put everything that you open (without touching anything but the packaging of course!). In that nurse kit, there is a bin bag and an apron and gloves. White gloves are for taking down the dressing and cleaning with saline. Then you remove white gloves, rub hands with purell, put on green gloves and start the packing of the wounds, then pad them and cover them with the film.
See, I got this. I don't want to do it of course as if anything goes wrong I don't want to be to blame, but I COULD...if there was a zombie apocalypse of something lol.
I'm so frustrated!!!!! But, I have to remember this is temporary. And once I am not dependent on the nurses for vital care, I can write a professionally worded bitch slap of a complaint to the head nurse and copy everyone in...cos Im good like that. Bide, my time...then make heads roll.