Doctors, Death and Diaries

I had my phone call from the doctor today and I will be picking up my replacement prescription tomorrow. We had a wide-ranging discussion, with him insisting that I’d had the prescription and me insisting that I hadn’t, and that his own receptionists had sworn blind to Julia it wasn’t on their system and we had never handed it in. After asking me if it was possible that I’d had the prescription and forgotten it (I said no) he conceded it was possible it had been mislaid around the practice.

He then laid into me for not following up on a year-old blood test which shows me have worryingly high levels of something I didn’t quite catch.

“When I rang for those results,” I said, “I was told it was all good and didn’t need any action.”

“Ah, we seem to have coded it wrong.” he said.

I’m definitely going to start keeping a diary of my dealings with the NHS from now on. It’s quite possible that at this rate I’ll end up with a letter telling me I only have 12 months to live, and a second one apologising for the 13 month delay in sending the other letter.

I’ve still not had satisfactory answers to the questions I asked about my two cancelled operations in 2017. I gave up on one of them and the other one promised to get back to me. I’m sure that having taken 30 months to compose her answer, she will have a really good answer when it arrives.

That, I think, will do for the day. Nothing much happened and my brain is slowing down. I probably need chocolate, but that, according to the doctor, would be the same as ingesting poison.

There are some days when, to be honest, a glass of hemlock seems very attractive.

The pictures are from a set of silver Britannia coins we have in stock – they were specially made in 2006 by the Royal Mint and have had an additional coating of matt-finish silver and highlighting in gold. They are handsome coins.

23 thoughts on “Doctors, Death and Diaries

  1. tootlepedal

    That is a nice looking set of coins. You will have to write a counter punch to what seems like a flood of ‘amusing’ books by doctors about their life, showing how unamusing being on the other side of the desk can be, but written in a very ‘amusing’ way of course.

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  3. derrickjknight

    Those are the most attractive coins I have seen. The annoying thing about these NHS cock-ups is that you have been paying compulsory insurance premiums all your working life, and when the doctor adopts such an attitude it makes everything worse. I did once remind a senior consultant of this fact, and added that that meant I had been contributing to both his training and his salary. He changed his tune.

    1. quercuscommunity

      That would have been something to see. πŸ™‚

      I was reading a supposedly humorous book by an ex-doctor turned alleged comedian (This is Going to Hurt by Adam Kay). It’s funny in parts but I was astonished by some of the arrogance that shone through.


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