I’ve been awake since around 6 am and after letting the dog out, I just dozed as I needed to get on the phone to the doctor’s surgery first thing.
I was a minute early to opening, so had to redial but still too early for the switch to manual, then at a minute past, I was through to the automated system and music. It’s not bad, but if you’re on hold at that part for too long, it gets tedious.
From there it was the male recorded voice about Covid symptoms and what to do, then another voice and I was advised there were two people ahead of me in the queue.
This was 5 past 8.
Different music here, with a chirpy voice apologising for the wait every couple of minutes and telling me where I was in the queue. Circuit one had me up to second position, circuit 2 had me in first place, and I stayed there until 10 past 8.
I spoke to a very nice receptionist who took my name, date of birth and details of my problem. Yes, I was booked in and the doctor would call me at some time today but they couldn’t guarantee a time. No problem for me. We’d started the ball rolling and my doctor of choice was going to call.
It was 8.20 when she rang. She is lovely and I have every confidence in her. I told her about my back and everything else that was going on, and she said she’d arrange an X-Ray and a blood test to ‘check out a few things’, plus sent a prescription to the pharmacy.
We collected the forms from the surgery an hour and a half later, but they couldn’t fill my prescription so it was on order for delivery this afternoon.
Off we went to the hospital where Hubby had his first A&E trip last week. We knew exactly where to go for my blood test and the X-Ray department is just round the corner, both of which have their own reception area. Masked and gloved, I went trotting into pathology and seen after 2 minutes. Everywhere was clean and tidy. Nice nurse, a little scratch as they say, and three phials of good vintage claret later, I was on my way to X-Ray.
Another nice lady, and I was asked to take a seat in the waiting area. Again clean and tidy, and I was called after five minutes, shown into a cubicle where I had to strip down to my undies and given 2 gowns to put on.
The radiographer was equally nice, and took several ‘pictures’ from various angles. I should get the results in 10 days.
From there, Hubby went to get some metal washers, and paid £3.37 for 25. We went into another shop for something else and he saw the same size washers in a bag of 300 for £2.
Yes, I have got my ‘0’s right, three hundred for two pounds. We took the others back for refund!
We stopped off to give Maggie a potty break and she stepped in something yukky and pooey, so it was a frantic wash and clean up in the car park before she got back in the car. We also had to restrain her to stop her licking her feet until we could get home and bathe her feet with the antibacterial shampoo we have.
This put the dampers on an otherwise good morning, but everything is OK.
We had the second part of my curry for dinner today, and I have finally opened my Fererro Rocher birthday chocolates. Two reasons………. one I wanted the box for something but it turns out to be too small, and the second is they are past their best before date. Can’t let good chocolate go to waste, so I am spreading them over the next few days and they will be gone by Saturday.