My turn to get up early and get to the doctor’s surgery before it opened.
I was going to go tomorrow, but Hubby’s appointment elsewhere is late afternoon today, so as I was awake at 6.30, I thought go for it and get it out of the way.
I had breakfast, and pulled up in the car park at 10 to 8. There were thirty people in the queue and the doors weren’t even open yet.
Conversation was the usual whingeing and you can’t blame people. One woman said someone had stared queuing at 7am one morning and I thought if I had to get there that early, I’d rather go to an A&E.
Apparently you can only have one thing wrong with you at a time, but I got an appointment and was told to sit anywhere. I picked a seat in the corner away from coughing and sniffling kids and got out my Sudoku book (I did 9).
It was packed, and tempers were fraying already.
People were called, for some there were no takers, and according to the notice board, 291 appointments were missed last month. People probably got fed up with waiting and went home, or to an A&E. Still, it doesn’t help the situation does it.
I was called in at 9.45, and saw the HHA (head honcho ass). He was as dishevelled as usual, shoelaces undone, unironed shirt and looked a little grubby, but at least I was being seen in a reasonable time frame.
He reckons the cough is an after effect of my bad cold last year so has given me some steroids to take for the next five days………….. 8 pills at a time once a day! Reading the leaflet, I should be careful if I’m diabetic, taking post cancer drugs, arthritic or allergic to steroids. We talked about all of those anyway apart from the allergy bit as never having taken any before, I wouldn’t know. I can expect to bloat and get round in the face, be forever hungry, and must watch out that I don’t get suicidal or depressed.
He has however given me a sheet to take up to the hospital for an Xray just to play safe. I’m pleased about that at least.
My back he reckons is part to do with my arthritis, so is referring me for physio. Last time I had that I practically crawled out on all fours as I nearly passed out on the treadmill. I’ve got some heavy shit painkillers, and again I read the leaflet, all of the above precautions plus any known reaction to ibuprofen. Yep, that affects my kidneys, which I told him when I asked what they were. He checked my notes and said all my kidney results were OK, though I did point out it was a different surgery, doctor, area.
They didn’t have the right strength in the pharmacy, so I have the big boys and can break them in half. I’m to take those three times a day when I need them.
The window man has been, and Hubby is finishing off his wiring job. There has been a bit of a hitch, but he’s getting there.
We’re going to get my Xray done tomorrow as it will be cutting it a bit fine for Hubby’s appointment an hour away should we have a long wait at the hospital.