Doctor, doctor! It hurts when I do this...
Me: "Hi! I'd like book an appointment to see the doctor."
Receptionist: "When would you like one for? You see, we're all booked up today. You're best bet is getting an appointment either tomorrow or next week."
Me: "That's what I had in mind. Either tomorrow or Monday, please."
Receptionist: "Well, we have one ten thirty this morning."
Eh? She's just told me there aren't free appointment bookings today.
Me: "No, I couldn't make that, anyway. I've damaged a tendon in the back of my left ankle. So either tomorrow or Monday would be better because I'd need to get someone to drive me down, you see."
Receptionist: "Oh I'm sorry, you'd have to book on that day."
Me: "Why?"
Is this old bird for real, or what?
Receptionist: "We're only accepting emergency appointments today and tomorrow and all next week."
Quite...
posted by Wayne Smallman at Thursday, April 14, 2005
10 Comments:
Ah, so your quality of health care doesn't differ so much from here I see.
Bloody idiotic secretaries to say the least!
Sorry you're a-hurtin'...that's a bugger. I'd tell you to rest, but since it's your ankle you likely haven't much other choice. A cool water soak will probably feel wicked nice though - give that a try. Worse comes to worse...drug it up! ;o)
Sorry to hear about the injury.
:^(
D'you wanna borrow my chair?
;^)
I don't think I'm ready for motorized wheelchair just yet.
Especially not in such a lurid green colour.
;-p
It's a jogging injury, though I'll be damned if I know how I got it.
There's definitely something torn, so I need to get someone to look at it .. that and the torn muscle in my right shoulder.
... And the huge inflammation on the inside of my thigh...
I don't know what her problem is,
but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
Hope you heal up quickly, you may borrow my cane if you wish.
I have the dermatological equivalent of Olympus Mons on the inside of my thigh, which is of concern because I'm having affect the walking style of John Wayne to avoid excess abrasion.
Not happy about that, I can tell you.
So with that and the limp .. and the tense roll of my right shoulder, I'm looking somewhat like one of the shuffling hungry undead from a horror film...
Ouch! You may need to go into the emergency appointment at the doctors office.
On the bright side, your still cute.
I can laugh about it now, but there's a serious side to all of this.
Essentially, we have a bunch of people who, if brains were fresh air, they wouldn't have enough to blow up a party balloon.
I remember the time a sliced the top of my big toe open at breakfast time [don't ask, OK?]
After THREE FUCKIN' HOURS OF WAITING IN MY BLOODY PYGAMA BOTTOMS .. I finally got to see a doctor.
The doctor, unsure if I'd got any glass in the wound [nope, not telling you any more] felt that it would be best to send me for an X-ray.
To know where the cut was, he bent out a paperclip and taped it to my toe with one end pointing to said cut.
He stepped back looking at my foot and the paperclip.
Doctor: "Now, you're going to have to be very, very careful when you walk round to X-ray. You don't want to dislodge the paperclip."
Me: "Err .. why don't I just take the paperclip off for now, walk around to X-ray and then put it back on?"
He looked at me with this vague stare on his face as if I was opaque.
Doctor: "Yes..."
He thinks for a moment, wondering if I'm actually right.
I'm wondering what the hell is going on and where my tax money went when he studied to be a doctor.
Doctor: "Yes, of course. Yes. That .. that would make perfect sense."
No shit Doctor Kildare .. now stay off the methanol and get some quality bed time...
Intelligence and common sense are vastly different things. A propnderence of one doesn't indicate even the smallest molecule of the other.
What scares me is that these people, at some point, are out there on the roads, driving.
Hope all is well your injury and dermatological aberration. Know that someone will, eventually, yank the full toe out of you.
"Intelligence and common sense are vastly different things. A preponderance of one doesn't indicate even the smallest molecule of the other."
True.
As you will have gathered by now, I have story for everything...
A friend of mine was the epitome of academic success.
Straight A's in his GCSE's [the highest qualification for school kids in their senior years at school]
So we drifted on to college and thus acquired hair in various styles in various quantities in various places .. as you do.
While excelling at almost anything academic, this guy lacked any perceptible common sense.
This is the guy who decides to come to the night club on a student night dressed in khaki pleated waist Chinos .. with one inch turn ups, brogues and an Hawaiian shirt.
There he was, sipping his Archers wondering why everyone kept punching him as they walked by...
"Especially not in such a lurid green colour."
That not how it was described in the brochure ... damn salesman.
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