I think the District Nurse who said she was going to talk to the GP about some anti-depressants, has forgotten all about them. I'm really having a tough time mentally with the mixed messages I'm getting from the nurses at present. One says something and then another one comes and contradicts what the first one said. The nurse that was on over the weekend told me that the nurse that came in today was bringing some different dressings with her, so I was optimistic. The nurse came in this morning and she had nothing in the way of dressings with her.
What she did say she had, was pads! I made it clear to the nurses that I am not prepared to wear pads, as it sets me back years mentally to a time in my life I would rather forget.
I had kept the pads that I sleep on at night to show the nurse how much of this literally bloody fluid I'm leaking overnight, but she didn't seem as concerned as the carer was this morning. She was so concerned, she phoned her boss to let her know what is happening. While the District Nurse was doing my dressing today, I got some pain, which came as a shock, especially as it is in an area I thought was healed. It turns out it hasn't quite healed!
This year has been so hard on me psychologically that I REALLY need a break, but it seems I'm not going to get one for a while.
Felt rough last night, so just had one can of cider.