Murt
Letch
After my little bump on 5th August and damaged arm, I saw the 'specialist' last Saturday.
He ummd, and arrd, gave it a tweak and a prod, and said I needed an ultrasound scan and he would also arrange an MRI. I was advised to attend this morning.
The papers clearly say for a scan and then to 'discuss my case' with the specialist.
This morning I attended, nice and early, queued for my ticket to give me permission to see the ogre at the desk to confirm my appointment.
Yes, after her Gestapo style interrogation she agreed I was the person having a day off work, and fighting my way through rush hour traffic to attend the clinic. No not some imposter who enjoys repeating the same answers to the same questions three times, has my appointment card, confirming my shoe size, last time I had a dump, cut my toe nails, and phone number in three languages:bang:
Ten minutes after my appointment time had gone, I was called into a side room, I expected a person with a big magic machine that would look into the very depths of my body to tell the clever people what was wrong with it.
No. She sheepishly advised me that I should have had a scan last Monday, a letter should have been sent to tell me, and the specialist wouldn't see me until I had been 'zapped', and was quite annoyed I hadn't had it done.
At this point I became slightly peeved.
I explained that THEY had told me where and when to attend, and at no time had I been told to get scanned.
I also explained that a letter sent on Saturday, would not arrive at my house by Monday, so why didn't they phone??
She couldn't answer that one.b0x2
I also explained that I didn't have an MRI scanner at home, and Mrs Murt wouldn't be pleased if I started dismantling all the electrical equipment we own to build one myself to do my own scan! She didn't seem to find that comment funny.
After a somewhat heated discussion, we agreed that it was the fault of an unknown day release person in 'admin' and I would be spirited to the top of the list today... Result!
Sort of.
I have been sent home, to await a possible phone call that may be made later to get me to yet again drive to the other side of the vast metropolis of Preston and stick my arm in a magnety thing at the hospital.
But she did say it may not happen, and to wait near the phone anyway.
Am I pleased. . . . .
Yes of course I am....... NOT.
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Murt.
He ummd, and arrd, gave it a tweak and a prod, and said I needed an ultrasound scan and he would also arrange an MRI. I was advised to attend this morning.
The papers clearly say for a scan and then to 'discuss my case' with the specialist.
This morning I attended, nice and early, queued for my ticket to give me permission to see the ogre at the desk to confirm my appointment.
Yes, after her Gestapo style interrogation she agreed I was the person having a day off work, and fighting my way through rush hour traffic to attend the clinic. No not some imposter who enjoys repeating the same answers to the same questions three times, has my appointment card, confirming my shoe size, last time I had a dump, cut my toe nails, and phone number in three languages:bang:
Ten minutes after my appointment time had gone, I was called into a side room, I expected a person with a big magic machine that would look into the very depths of my body to tell the clever people what was wrong with it.
No. She sheepishly advised me that I should have had a scan last Monday, a letter should have been sent to tell me, and the specialist wouldn't see me until I had been 'zapped', and was quite annoyed I hadn't had it done.
At this point I became slightly peeved.
I explained that THEY had told me where and when to attend, and at no time had I been told to get scanned.
I also explained that a letter sent on Saturday, would not arrive at my house by Monday, so why didn't they phone??
She couldn't answer that one.b0x2
I also explained that I didn't have an MRI scanner at home, and Mrs Murt wouldn't be pleased if I started dismantling all the electrical equipment we own to build one myself to do my own scan! She didn't seem to find that comment funny.
After a somewhat heated discussion, we agreed that it was the fault of an unknown day release person in 'admin' and I would be spirited to the top of the list today... Result!
Sort of.
I have been sent home, to await a possible phone call that may be made later to get me to yet again drive to the other side of the vast metropolis of Preston and stick my arm in a magnety thing at the hospital.
But she did say it may not happen, and to wait near the phone anyway.
Am I pleased. . . . .
Yes of course I am....... NOT.
s04pb0x6s04pb0x6
Murt.
