Good evening
Bloggets. This morning I called my Doctors surgery. I asked for my tablets that
I have been taken for six years now. Firstly, I was told “Because they are not
on prescription, you will have to see a Doctor.”” I have had them for six
years, but still, OK I will see a Doctor. And I was lucky, because I told the
receptionist that I had enough for three days. She said they had a cancelation.
So, if I didn’t take this cancelation, I would have to wait until the very end
of the month. On the 30th of October before I could see a Doctor. I
rushed and went to our Doctors. I sat for only a short time and my name was
called out. I was so fed up as it was a nurse, not a Doctor. Well, as I made my
way with Waggatail through the labyrinth of chairs, I kind of followed my
memory in remembering where the voice came from forty seconds earlier. Just
then a voice said hello. I said hello, thanking God I was heading in the right
direction. Then another voice said hello. So, I was talking to a nurse that was
speaking to another patient. So, not my nurse after all. Where was my nurse? I
kept walking and felt Waggas tail go faster as I slightly headed to the right
as that is where I remembered the voice came from. Suddenly, the floor changed
from a carpet to a hard floor. Heck, was I in a corridor, or a public toilet. I
stood still. Smelled the air, not always a pleasant place to take in the fragrances
from the people before.
And then I sensed
a chair. I can’t even explain that but I am starting to feel hear whatever,
things like chairs especially when it’s a hard floor and there is some kind of
soft furnishing near me. So, then at last the nurse spoke. I was in her room. Good
little Wagga. Imagine if she took me into the room where the lady said hello?
And behind me followed the other patient? So, I found the chair, sat down got
ready to hear Wagga cry. I am sure she picks up on my nerves. I hate the
Doctors, nurses. I love my Doctor, but it wasn’t to be today, I mean, I get
told that I had to see a Doctor for my prescription. And then I saw a nurse? Well,
as I am telling her my wo’s, she then turns to me and asks what my dog is
called. I tell her. She then after I talk some more precedes to tell me her
dogs name. and then I ask her for my prescription. She says. “Sorry, I am not able
to hand out prescriptions.”” O
K
What am I doing
here? She said she could take my blood pressure and check out my heart. My pressure
was perfect. My heart? shock horror, it was fine, gosh, I was delighted
especially all the pains I have had of late.
Then I am
ushered out, she was good at that she actually helped. I went to reception. I told
the lady that I needed a prescription. Now, this was the lady who I spoke with
on the phone, who told me I had to see a Doctor when I said my pills would run
out in a few days, she said there was a cancelation to come straight away. Now she
is telling me she can’t write a prescription. Me, why? She says because I need
to see a Doctor. I said I have just seen the nurse. Yes, but you have to see a
Doctor because your tablets are not on repeat script. I said I have had these
tablets for six years, you booked me in to see this what I thought was a Doctor
as you told me I needed to see one but said you have a cancelation. Well, unfortunately,
it has to be a Doctor. So, what am I doing here?
Long and
short of it, she has to see if a Doctor will write a prescription out. If he or
she will, it will be ready to collect on Thursday. And, if not? I have to take
a tablet once a day. I have three days left. I have always ordered and collect
a couple of days later. And, why would the Doctor want to see me when all he or
she would do is do what the nurse has done. Asked me questions took my pressure
and checked out my heart. Oh my. So, I shall wait a couple of days, then give
them a call to see what the latest is. I had to make an appointment with a
Doctor. Again, sadly I can’t see my regular lady who is lovely, so the next
time that is available is the 30th of October. It’s three weeks
before we can see a GP and not the one I want. This practice is a mess I wish I
could manage it.
People in the
UK can cancel appointments and not get charged. We can see our GP free too. But
to do that is such a dreadful procedure. I mean, if we are ill, really ill,
then we should be able to see a Doctor within two days. By the time we make an appointment
we are better or it’s too late to help. From what I feel we can only have a
Doctors appointment if we just need a general check-up. Because waiting three
weeks plus is ridiculous. I’m seeing anew Doctor. A man. It’s forty minutes
before my dentist appointment for a filling. So all or both, on the same day. What
a lovely day that is going to be. At least that week we are travelling with our
besties to our favourite retreat. For a couple of nights. My Son will be well
on his holiday. My nerves are going to be edgier that week. I wish he was back.
On my way
back from the Doctors, and thankfully I managed to find the door out as on that
one wall is firstly the toilets, on the right on the left are doors to the lift
and in the middle, are doors out. So, when I say to Waggatail, find the door
after turning in the right direction, she has the choice of three, the last
time I entered the toilet thinking a lady was kindly holding the door open for me
to go out, when I found out it was the toilet and she was trying to get out, I was
mortified. Bless her she was so sweet. But today Waggs found the right door.
We passed the
post box always a good sign. I know I’m on the right path then. There are two
paths that run alongside each other. If I took the wrong one I would be in
trouble. So, the only thing that separates it, is the post box, I walk past the
box then I am on the right track.
As busses fly
past me I cross the road then turn a strange angle again and follow the path
down the car park. There is a house that runs along that path and the smell in
the garden is the best smell I have ever incurred in a garden. It doesn’t
matter what month you go along there the sweetest smell is there. What shrub or
tree smells 12 months a year? None that I know of I wish the person was in
their garden and I would ask them. Mind you, knowing me, I would hear footsteps
and say.
“excuse me,
can you tell me what that lovely smell is in your garden?”” and they would
reply. “Sorry love, I’m the post man.””
Get to the
end of the path turn to cross the road, thankfully today there wasn’t a huge
truck on the path blocking my way, that is rare, there almost always is these
days. I went up the ramp passing the chemist. Waggs headed to the door I gave
the command not today and passed our local restaurant. Waggs headed to that
door and again, Not today Waggatail.
Passing the
local shop, and the Pizza parlour she tried to head there, oddly enough then we
passed the vet, she didn’t offer to go in there. Haha.
I decided to
walk the long way home and went by the monkeys in the zoo and along the quiet
road not that awful noisy way back. I went, that way, as I like to get there
fast. But home route was more pleasant. Few cars and the park on my left. Two small
roads to cross and the third into our street. The familiar sound of the road a
head to let me know where to turn and an electric box, or, a box for electricity
makes a buzzing so I know I’m almost ready to turn in to our street. Another small
road and ready to find our drive. I pass
the tall wall again the air changes sound so I hear the wall and into our
drive. Waggatail gets there with such enthusiasm she is delighted and relieved
to have got me home safe.
Oh, and happy
to get her biscuit.
Bamboozled by
the Doctors surgery, not sure what exactly went on, why I needed to see the nurse
when still I am waiting for a script, but let’s see at the end of the week if I
get my tablets.
Dinner was a disaster
tonight. I made potato bake. I should have known Boy Wonder hates that. So, he
left it and headed to Shamrocks. Hopefully he won’t be eating them out of house
and home he embarrasses me how he walks in their house and goes into the
freezer and starts to cook food. Gosh I die inside. What a cheek.
Hub is just
looking on eBay. Now, bear with Bloggets. He’s looking at. (Butchers marble
blocks)
Yeah
Em, why? I
didn’t ask, but I do wonder. But get this, for an old Victorian block, yep, Victorian,
it’s bid up so far to £4,800
Say whaa’aa’aat?
Oh, now he is
looking at an African themed fire pit. And just before that, a reclaimed sundial.
My Husband intrigues
me.
Sending three
of my Bloggets and friends love today. Wishing them well in their recovery.
Louise from South Africa, Donna from America and Allen from India.
OK I shall
leave you in peace now. Chat tomorrow? Same place same time?
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