As the day progressed I started becoming more agitated. It’s hard to settle when you have a 4 pm hospital appointment. At least, by scheduling two health appointments on one day, I wasn’t going to waste two days.
It was cardiology this time and I haven’t been looking forward to it. It proved to be one problem after another. First I had trouble folding myself into the taxi as all this sitting round is making my knees seize up, then I got lost in the outpatients department. I say “lost”, but some proper signs would have helped. By the time I got to the right place I was three minutes late, annoyed with myself for poor punctuality and irritated by the signage.
At that point I discovered I’d left my glasses at home and my arms aren’t quite long enough to allow me to read.
It got worse when I was sent off to another department for my third ECG in six weeks. Why not do one and use it three times?
Things improved after that. The ECG technician apologised for asking me to remove my upper body clothing and I replied it was no problem, and a real bonus to keep my trousers on for once.
That led to an amusing story about her morning. She asked a patient to remove his upper clothing so she could attach the sticky tabs and turned round just in time to stop him removing his trousers. It seems he thought he was in for a haemorrhoid examination. I’m not sure where sticky pads and wires fitted into his view of things…
Anyway, much cheered, I made my way back to the clinic to be weighed (again), measured (again) and have my blood pressure taken (again). I seem to have shrunk by two inches since my last measurement. Sadly I haven’t grown any lighter.
After examining all the evidence the doctor told me she’ll write a letter to my doctor, and said I was free to go. She didn’t need to tell me twice.
That’s one to cross off the list.
Now that I have a date for Male Urology I also feel I’m close to crossing that off.
I’m tempted to say I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but that just reminds me of a flexible cystoscopy.