They wanted to admit me at 1pm today for a full suite of medical reviews before tomorrow.

So I went in to fast forward. Packed my bags, organised a lift, made some calls.

Then the phone rang again around 940am. The hospital couldn’t find me a bed.
They checked more on my health and to see if we could do some of it externally and still go ahead tomorrow. It looked possible.

Then they called at 1030 and said no. They really wanted to cover a lot of things in the hospital. Chest xrays, ecg, loads of bloods and more.

I’m postponed.

New date to admit for medical review is Tuesday 21st probably 1pm, and surgery Thursday 23rd, 10am. They have now decided they want a day and a half to check me over!

I was gutted. 14 weeks in this state waiting for relief which seems to be a light flickering in the distance but never arriving. I kept reminding myself that their desire to be thorough is a blessing. What’s ‘another’ 9 days.

Then my leasing agent gets in touch. My landlord (who knows my personal circumstances) won’t extend my lease (set to end 10/12). We need to go month to month.

I then remind them of my circumstances and pleaded just to extend to the end of January to help me through this surgery patch.

They say no…even though they’ve been trying to sell since September with no success.

They then change their mind about extending (feels like they are taking advantage of my precarious situation) and said I could now sign another 6 month lease. But I’d need to pay another $50 a week rent. They will issue a new contract shortly. Given I’m already paying more than others in my complex, and have bent over backwards for their open homes (without compensation), I’m gutted again for the day.

OR

I can roll the dice and go off lease but only get 30days notice to vacate. Not ideal when my surgery recovery will be 4-6 weeks to be pretty good and 3 months fully recovered.

I sit on this news.

Then I get my pre admission paperwork for next week. Out of pocket is heading over $10k by the time I get the anaesthetists bill and scans etc.

I contact BUPA. Yep it’s true, they and the government cover sweet FA.

I sit on this news.

With these costs in mind, I tell the agent not to bother drawing up a new contract, I’m already paying overs. Revert to month to month and I might just terminate this week. I’ll let them know in 36hrs.

I ponder how it’s now a blessing to not be having surgery tomorrow. The irony compared to how I felt this morning.

Now I await a heap of quotes to pack and store my stuff. Some time this week! Who even knows if that’s possible.

Another full day of unplanned health admin and nothing achieved.

Let’s see what tomorrow brings. Surely it can’t get worse (touching wood as I type this).