The Official Nonsense Thread

[Minty]

That Star Wars vehicle looks like a carpet slipper.

It's finally happened, their lunatic hot desking policy has led to a wave of illnesses, & this time I didn't escape. I've been off ill since Thursday afternoon when I worked through my lunchbreak turning various colours & told them I was off home to see the doctors, which was the subject of a 3 hour battle with my (you will remember new) doctors.

I f**king hate what the NHS has become, I really have.

Went to the surgery straight from work, to ask for an appointment (phonelines perma engaged over the two trains home), get told to give them my mobile number so the doc could phone me. I refuse to give them my mobile, as my home is five minutes walk from the surgery, so all they have to do is embargo the call for ten minutes tops & I will get it on my land line.

"But the doctor will want to phone you right away & you'll miss it."

"Even though I'm telling you to ask the doctor not to call until after a set time, leaving them the rest of the day as they please to call?"

"That is correct."

"If they want to talk to me right away, why not talk to me in the surgery? I'm here after all."

"Because you cannot have an appointment today."

"I'll sit here and wait all afternoon until they have the time to do so. I've nothing else to do because I'm too ill to work."

"You can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because you cannot have an appointment today."

"OK then, I'll give you my mobile number & sit here & wait for the call if you really think it is going to be instantaneous."

"You can't do that."

"Why?"

"You aren't allowed to have your mobile phone on in the waiting room."

So I was supposed to either stand outside & freeze to death waiting for a phonecall that could be anytime between then & their closing time at 7pm, or I could walk home & hope the mobile didn't ring somewhere outside where it got very noisy when I was already having great difficulty talking.

I elected to bolt for home, & was back up the road five minutes flat, only to find the ansafone flashing. No message left, but I 1471ed it back to the surgery - one minute after I left the practice at 2.30pm!

Calling back the surgery, the receptionist was very smug that the doctor had indeed called as had been warned, but said she would get her to call again. Which she did - at 6.30. She said I needed an antibiotic by the sound of me (yes, given an antibiotic without a physical examination - & this is the same NHS that whines about "overprescription" of them?). Just a pity the last chemist locally shut at 6pm.

Next morning, get prescription, within two hours are flushing hot & cold, go to bed, get up at four to have a cup of tea, go back to bed until Saturday morning. The weekend was only marginally more active. It's Monday & this is still not for the shifting. Sorry therefore for my lack of posting.