I knew it.
As soon as she stuck the needle in my arm and took her three phials for analysis, I knew they would call me back to discuss the results.
The letter hit the mat today.
The surgery is closed on Saturdays, so I shall have to make the required appointment on Monday to see whoever is allocated to me at the first available opportunity.
I may be jumping the gun, but I can guess what they want to talk about.
We are back in Lincolnshire, kingdom of the Statins and non readers of notes on files about pill taking.
Already they (the NHS here) have refused to give me a two month supply of my cancer meds. They only do one month at a time I’m told, so I have requested an automatic refill which I can (apparently) collect every three weeks for the next six months.
I can’t see it happening actually.