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’.