Playing Doctors & Nurses

Where I talk about yet another trip to the doctors...

I know I may be sounding like a stuck record but is it my fault that the new doctors surgery that I signed up to are so inept?

As I said in my last post, I had to return to the doctors yesterday for an appointment with the nurse. I'd arranged this appointment with the first nurse I'd seen, the one who'd done my check-up. I'd explained I'd been on the Pill for about eight months already and all I needed was a refill. She said because I wasn't starting a new prescription that I could trundle happily along to see another nurse on Monday to get that prescription.

In I went to see said nurse on Monday afternoon. I told her what I needed, she got my file up on her very backwards-looking computer system, and then said, "Oh." There were no prescriptions listed in my file. I explained that was because I was a new patient. "I can't give you it," she replied. So I went on to explain how the other nurse had told me just three days before that she would be able to give me my prescription. No, she was adamant that wasn't going to happen. I asked, "But isn't it just with the files that my old doctor has sent to you?" She got really angry then and snapped, "I can't just give you a prescription!" Jeez, it's not like I was asking for morphine; all I wanted was my birth control pill, which I'd been told my another nurse I'd be able to have. It's like she thought there was some underground cult of kids hooked on birth control pills. The fact that was she was so rude really pissed me off as well because she's supposed to be there to help not to get pissy with me just cos her computer doesn't have the information it's meant to.

So I sighed, "So I've got to come back again then?" Oh no, no. She would take my blood pressure and weigh me (even though that had been done three days before) and then send me off to see one of the doctors. Why didn't the original nurse I saw just do that in the first place? The good thing: I've lost three pounds (two kg) since Friday. "Changed your shoes," she smirked. Nope; I had been wearing jeans, though, so maybe that was it.

I had to go back to the waiting room, ranting probably a bit too loudly at the complete incompetence of the nurse, of the whole practice (I had been warned they were bad but this bad?). Fifteen minutes later I was trawling through the hallways searching out the doctor's room. There was no one there to ask where I was meant to go so I just started knocking on doors trying to remember if the nurse had said his name was Davies or Huws. The third door found a Mr Huws who greeted me by name, always a good sign in my eyes. He took my blood pressure again - they're obsessed! - and said it was a perfect 120 over 80 (I think).

An hour later, armed with my new six-month prescription of Pill I was back home again. Now I'd really better not get ill before we move away from here and change doctors again. These guys are awful! It's like they don't want to do their jobs. At least the doctor was sociable and did his job well, even asked me when I'd moved and where from, etc. If I have to go back again I think I'll just go see him.

Why is nothing ever straight forward in my life?

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