I’ve mentioned before how useless our GP surgery is, but there are times when we have to bite the bullet and abide by the system.
After one cock-up too many, Hubby took the auto renewal procedure out of the prescription office’s hands last year, and re-orders his meds on-line.
However, the time has come now for the official review of his medication, for which he needs to see the doctor.
So here we go.
The surgery opens at 8am, though no appointments will be until 9am.
OK, you might think that shouldn’t be a problem until you arrive at five to 8 and there are thirty to fifty people already queueing outside. The last time Hubby had to use this service (for a blood test as requested by the hospital), by ten past 8 all appointments were gone and patients were being advised to ring 111 or go to the A&E out of hours GP service some 17 miles away.
This morning, Hubby left me in bed and went up to the surgery early.
I admit I was groggy, but this was just after 7 o’clock!
I got up at 8 to let the dog out, and was going to take her for a walk at half past, but her front leg failed so we came home. She’s curled up on her cushion and I’ve given her a small dose of metacam. She had a little run after a crow on the beach yesterday so could easily have over extended herself, but she was so happy!
Getting breakfast, I noticed that the little collapsible stool we keep our water filter on has gone, so Hubby has used his noggin so that he can sit down while he waits in the queue. Thank goodness it isn’t raining nor is it too cold.
However, it is 9.45 now and he still isn’t back. No good me phoning him as his phone is in the pocket of his yellow jacket which is hanging in the hall.
He’ll be spitting feathers when he gets home………… partly in frustration but mostly because of pain for having to hang around so long.