Sorry about my absence from posting yesterday. I had a bad hand day and by the time I had finished doing the comments and a few other bits all I could do was sit in front of the TV and hold a hot water bottle while contemplating removing two of my fingers with a bread knife.
Yes, I was brought down by my two little fingers. Thy have swollen up and started hurting, and in doing so prevented the rest of my hands from working and removed my will to live. It’s strange how something that is under one percent of body mass can stop everything working. I must definitely start that diary I keep talking about and see if I can trace what is making this happen, or even spot some early warning signs.
However, for the moment I am living in ignorance. They aren’t too bad this morning but they still aren’t right either – time will tell whether they improv or deteriorate in the next eight hours.
I’m certainly having a better time than one of the patients at the surgery. I had a text message yesterday telling me that the surgery had not issued my prescription for Pregabalin and that I had to contact the doctor to discuss my symptoms. So I contacted them. I actually got through without being put in a queue, for once. The conversation went like this.
“Hello, you’ve just sent me a text about a prescription.”
(They did the name and address and date of birth check here…)
“Yes, Mr Wilson, we can’t issue that prescription unless you talk to a doctor first.”
“Well it’s not for me, I haven’t ordered anything and I don’t know what Pregabalin is. This is a message for somebody else.”
“It’s for your Sciatica, but you need to talk to a doctor first about your symptoms.”
“I haven’t got Sciatica, this is for somebody else.”
There was a short pause as they digested this. I don’t suppose they get many patients denying they have symptoms.
“Oh, I’m sorry, we must have sent it in error.”
“No need to apologise, it’s not a problem for me, but I’m a bit worried there’s somebody who needs a prescription who won’t be getting one.”
“Oh, yes, we’d better look into that.”
I hope they did, and I hope they eventually issued the Sciatica pills. I’d hate to be sitting at home expecting a cure, only to find they’d given it to someone else, someone
who is a little worried that they will cock up his Methotrexate in a couple of weeks. I’m steadily losing confidence in the NHS…