I nearly caused a riot this morning.
Arriving at the hospital for my repeat blood test at 6.58 I went to the machine and pressed the button for my ticket. There were a few comments from people already waiting, though I didn’t really listen. When I turned round there was a whole crowd behind me jostling and muttering like a crowd of zombies.
It seems that the machine doesn’t switch on until 7am so they all sit there, mentally forming a queue until they can get a ticket.
All they needed to do was ask – as soon as I understood what was happening I handed my ticket over the the man who was “first” in the queue. Even after I did that they kept on muttering. It was very tempting, particularly in one case, to administer a swift tap of the forehead – being backed up against a wall can have that effect on a man.
I made a mistake. It’s easily corrected. There was no need for a lynch mob.
Due to this I now know what the man in the Bateman cartoon feels like.
It seems the hospital keeps the machine off until 7am to stop the problem of people queuing at 6am – an hour before the session opens.
I didn’t realise there were so many people desperate to have blood tests.
It didn’t really save a lot of time turning up at that time, as I ended up seventh in the queue, which is pretty much the result I get when I go down at 7.15, but at least I was able to get home, pick Julia (and a lot of surplus art supplies) up, and get them all down to Mencap in plenty of time to start work.
The NHS, as I pointed out when being summoned for this second test, seems to think we don’t have other things to do in our lives.
The blood tester, incidentally, denies not filling the tube properly, despite her suspiciously lengthy perusal of it yesterday. Her evidence – she always uses a syringe so has plenty of blood to fill a tube. I didn’t argue, but yesterday I had multiple tests and she used three tubes on the vacutainer, with not a syringe in sight.
After dropping Julia off I went to work to bore myself to death. It rained heavily on the flat roof and was dark when we left.
The photographs are from yesterday, tonight was too dull for a decent photograph.