Keeping us out, or them in?

Hubby’s doctor appointment this afternoon was at the sister surgery. We’ve never been there before and put the post code into the GPS last week to find out where it was.
Tucked away in a little side road off one of the other side roads, but it had car parking and wasn’t too difficult to find.

There was a free disabled space right by the door, so we parked up and went inside.
Double doors, fair enough, one automated, one manual. All mobiles to be turned off (I didn’t, which as it turned out was just as well).
Reception is behind glass similar to what we had in the bank, and I wondered if it was bullet resistant or shatterproof. We signed in and sat down to wait, half an hour early.
There were about 20 seats, only 4 of which were occupied, 6 including us.

The consulting rooms are behind a security door with a numerical pad for access, as is the staff door to reception. The other staff door is locked from the inside, and the prescription office is behind shutters where you ring a bell for attendance.

The doctor Hubby was seeing came to collect a patient at 3.40. She came out at 3.50 and no-one else went in. Hubby’s appointment was 4 o’clock. The doctor came out and collected the next patient at 4 o’clock, and they came out at 10 past.
I was watching the time, calculating and thinking about the 291 ‘missed appointments’ on the board at the surgery this morning. Each appointment is allotted as 10 minutes. It would appear that perhaps this GP has a break of 10 minutes between each one because she didn’t come out for Hubby until 4.20.

Anyway, he’s getting a referral for his throat problem with the E.N T department at Boston where we’ve been before.
Whilst waiting, I had a phone call from our surgery and my physio with ‘Johnny’ is at 8.50 on March 1st. I just hope he isn’t Jack Nicholson from ‘The Shining’.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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16 Responses to Keeping us out, or them in?

  1. fransiweinstein says:

    All the barricades sure do tell you a lot about the world we now live in. Kind of scary and very sad, if you ask me. I miss the good old days when you didn’t have to keep looking over your shoulder.

  2. blindzanygirl says:

    OMG All that ‘security’. Hmmm!

  3. Okay a couple of thoughts about that overly secured waiting area. All my opinion obviously.

    First: They see psych patients. True story this following: I was seeing a counselor for a while at the local medicaid psychiatric facility. The people in the lobby (the workers) were behind similar glass barriers and you had to have someone let you back there. They had trays that they’d pull back into their work area for payment (you’d put the cash, the card or whatever in the drawer and they’d slide it over to their side — if it were a card, they’d slide it back out to you again when the transaction was completed). I didn’t get that at ALL. I was an outpatient going for therapy each week, but apparently on a different floor were the really ill patients…addicts coming off their substance of choice, court remanded individuals who were violent, people who weren’t taking their medication and had flipped out somewhere that ended them up in jail and then remanded by the court to the facility. After I found all that out, I stopped the therapy there. Didn’t feel very safe.

    Second: Someone’s brother in law or cousin or relative works for a security company and did a heck of a job selling an over the top security system for the kind of treatment (apparently) going on.

    I’m hoping your hubby got into see his doctor in a timely fashion. That whole set up would seriously creep ME out..

    • Interesting. It certainly seemed OTT to us, especially as the usual patient age group is 60+ like us. One lady came in with a finger three times the size it should be and they told her to come back tomorrow or go to A&E 17 miles away. It wouldn’t have taken five minutes for the doctor or a nurse to look at it. One of the other patients was a friend/ex nurse, and said it was a whitlow. Best remedy was to soak it in really hot salty water.

  4. Last time I waited in the surgery I had a choice of a 2 year old golf magazine or something about fishing to keep me going.

  5. Sadje says:

    Well you both got to see your respective docs. And that is a good thing.

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