Got up. Breakfast. Wrote a bit. Two cups of tea and a bit of exercise. Drove down to surgery.
The nurse, after much prodding and considering her options, hit blood on the second attempt and filled the necessary three tubes. I gave her a urine sample, which she had texted me about yesterday afternoon (my texts to and from the nursing profession, if that mythical future PhD student ever finds them, will appear slightly strange).
Did I ever tell you about the photo of my leg which I sent to the doctor. During the phone consultation surrounding my cellulitis (which I had a month before my first Covid) I was asked to provide a picture of my leg, which I did. It was not pleasant. A few minutes later I got a call.
“Mr Wilson,” she said, ” It’s X here from the surgery. Can you tell me why you sent this picture of your leg?” (She wasn’t really called X, I just forgot her name).
“The doctor asked me to send it.”
“Oh, that’s alright then.”
“Did you think I’d just sent you a picture of my festering leg.”
“You’s be surprised,” she said, with the air of one who has suffered, “if you saw some of the pictures people sent me.”
Got a parking space at work. Had a call from the man who sent Julia’s birthday present. It seems Parcelforce tried to deliver it three times – all at 9 o’clock and all to a shop that has it’s opening hours displayed as starting at 10am. Three times, no success. Why? And why no cards through the door? Normally would be there at 9.00 but because Julia has been off it’s been more like 9.15, or I would have seen them.
To try the exact same time twice is hopeful, to do it three times is jsut plain stupidity.
The rest of the day was quite good and my sister, having been round town with Julia all day, saw me for tea and chocolate biscuits before her return home.
Fish and chips for tea.
The pictures are some Julia took when they had a tour of some of the Mediaeval caves under the centre of town. This set used to be a tannery. The stench must have been dreadful.
All in all, a good day.
I am glad that things went a little better. I liked your story about the receptionist. By coincidence, my brother was asked to send a picture of his leg to his GP last week, It must have been a good picture as he got a very prompt appointment.
Good photo or a bad leg? I hope all is going well for him.
Julia’s pictures came up blank for me, too.
Glad to hear today went better for you, Simon. Keep your chin up!
I will. 🙂 Arms are definitely very sore today – it’s taken a few days to emerge. Will try to get those pictures to show.
I can see them this morning. Thanks!
I just reposted them to see what would happen. It seemed to work.
The Parcelforce person has never read Oscar Wilde. Pictures? What pictures?
On the theme of continued improvement, I finally took delivery of Julia’s birthday present today. Nearly a week late. They my not have read Wildr but they had read the label someone stuck to the box – “Delver between 10 and 3. Leave in neighbouring shop if no-one in.” That will do. 🙂
I’m pleased you’ve had a better day especially the quick blood sample. I’m not sure why but I’m not able to see any of your pictures.
Julia said she couldn’t either. I will try to sort it out.