Notable things that have happened this week include two appointments being made for me by the Anti-coagulant service without consulting me. They arrived via a text message and included me having to sign into a website I’ve never seen before. It’s bright green and it’s called DrDoctor, which didn’t fill me with confidence. However, it didn’t ask for sensitive information so I entered it and found it seems to be OK, though I’m not sure what the appointments are all about. I have emailed to check.
I checked the website online and it seems it is a “Patient Engagement Platform” used by 30 NHS Trusts covering 10 million patients. (I will let you use your imagination on my views about jargon and patient engagement platforms.)
I think it’s a new toy and they are just getting used to it. If it is a serious attempt to make an appointment they are out of luck because I already have a blood test on Wednesday and that is more than enough time given over the the NHS. They will also be unlucky on Friday – I’m driving and won’t be answering the phone.
Then Julia’s trains were delayed. One had trouble because the lines were “slippery” and the other because a passenger, despite feeling unwell and being advised to leave the train, vomited copiously all over a carriage and it was easier to change trains than mop it up. That must have been a sight to see. Fortunately Julia was in another carriage, so was spared the sight.
I’m sure there must have been other things, but I can’t remember them. I should make notes.
Not being one to repeat scare stories about vaccination, I am not sure whether to tell you this, but my arm ached so much this morning that I wasn’t able to use it for anything strenuous. This includes using a stick or levering myself out of a chair.
The vaccination site is still sore even though everything else has worn off. This is the worst reaction I’ve had to a vaccination since some of the ones I had for foreign travel thirty years ago, so it’s not a reaction unique to covid vaccinations and it’s not a reason to go unvaccinated. In fact, if I had to do it all again tomorrow, I would. That’s how confident I am that vaccination is a good thing.
Darmstadt Friendship Medallion – twinned with Chesterfield, Derbyshire
Same Medal, different side. Real size about 39mm.
The top photo shows a Robert Burns commemoration medal, part of the collection of low grade medallions we bought last week. I’ve been putting them on steadily and sold plenty already. The Burns one, though deride by my colleagues, sold after just two days. The Darmstadt/Chesterfield medallion was one of several that sold in their first day.
The current record though, is 28 minutes. Yes, 28 minutes. I doubt if I will ever sell anything quicker than that on eBay.
Poor Julia. I am glad she did not have to see that.
I hope the sore arm resolves soon.
Fully fit now thanks. Yes, she was happy to have missed it!
The story reminded me of when I was in grade school, and on the bus one morning. A girl in the seat beside me attempted to make the boy in the seat in back of sick by turning around and squishing a really ripe banana in her hand, in front of his face. She succeeded. It seemed a long ride to school that day.
Ugh! As pranks go, it seems to lack a degree of foresight. 🙂
I like the idea of a patient engagement platform. It stirs memories of waiting for girlfriends at stations in times gone by. I wouldn’t like to meet an impatient engagement one.
Yes, a platform for me will always feature trains and, for some reason, milk churns. I think I may have picked that memory up from watching black and white films. I’m sure I’ve never sen milk churns on a railway station.
I may have seen milk churns in the days when I went down to the station to put my trunk on the train ‘passenger luggage in advance’ to go to the school to which I had been cruelly sent.
I can see you now, in black and white with flannel shorts and a cap. I had a cap until 1970.
I passed a milk churn on my bike ride today but it was being used for decorative and not practical purposes.
I saw some on Heartbeat tonight. That may be where I remember them from.
Hope the arm feels better soon. Why oh why do people travel when they are sick? That’s an excellent way to spread disease.Perhaps there was a darned good reason, but primarily it’s because people want to do what they want to do.
Agreed. They have a right to travel and they will use it. It seems to be the story of recent years.
Is there a Patient Marriage Platform? I wish you well with the arm.
Based on my experience of NHS I wouldn’t use it. The arm is coming back to normal thjank you. Glad it’s just the ar. Could have been worse.
Patient Engagement Platform?! I think my views are the same as yours. Sorry about your arm; I hope it gets better soon.
It’s much better today.
🙂