There was, to be honest, only one point in the day when I was in danger of becoming over-excited. This was during the phone call from the surgery which told me that the doctor had returned my prescription request as I’d only had a prescription issued on the 7th of this month and it was therefore January before I could have a renewal.
This was a surprise for a number of reasons and I didn’t really do myself justice in arguing my case.
It wasn’t actually the doctor who rang me, and in fact no doctor will be able to speak to me until next Thursday. I pointed out that this would be inconvenient as I only had medication to last until Tuesday, but that was all they could do. I know this because that was the answer they kept repeating to me.
I am therefore officially displeased with being treated like an idiot. Constantly repeating something does not make it either an adequate answer or good customer service.
I am also unhappy because this is the fourth error in three months.
And finally, because of an error on their part I can’t have tablets which I have been prescribed, and which are supposedly necessary for my health.
We have three possibilities here.
One, Julia is part of a complex plot to murder me by messing about with my prescriptions when she takes them to the surgery for me.
Two, my memory problems are more grave than I feared.
Three, the surgery has made an error.
Let’s examine that in more detail.
Means, motive, opportunity. Julia keeps feeding me bacon, sausage, pork pies and chips. No, not as one meal. This isn’t working so she is trying to deprive me of my medication. It’s still an unlikely scenario, though it might make a plot for an American crime drama.
The main problem is motive. After 30 years of marriage I suspect she is either used to me or suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.
All in all, I think we can rule out the complex murder plot theory.
The mental decline theory probably has more legs, though even I might struggle to forget that I’d ordered tablets. I really can’t say one way or the other. Anything, no matter how improbable, is possible.
Finally, the doctor making a mistake. Traditionally, doctors don’t make mistakes. This is partly because they don’t admit it, and partly because, as the old saying goes, they bury their mistakes.
This, unfortunately, leaves only one logical explanation – that I have experienced the biggest senior moment of my life.
Watch this space…