I had to visit for a blood test today. Nothing dramatic just an alergy thing.
But the nurse was running late and I ended up sitting there for 45 minutes and quickly got bored of the out of date home and garden magazines. So I ended up analysing the people in the surgery who had come to see the doctor and were going in and out at regular intervals while I waited for nurse Debbie to arrive.
So first up a very large lady who struggled to her feet when called. She looked around and said "oh, it's my knees...I hope Dr West can help me"
Now, I am no doctor. But I think I could quite eaisly diagnose this problem and present a solution.
"look love, you are overweight by a considerable margin. Now that is your business, but your knees hurt because you are carrying too much weight"
"if you want to be overweight, fine. I have no issue with that, but do not come to me asking for help with your knees as that is one of the prices you pay for your over indulgence Now stop being a drain on NHS resources and eat a bit less and walk to the shops"
Second up was clearly an unwell child who was coughing horribly. Bless him.
Third we had the block who sat next to me. He STANK of smoke...absolutley reeked of it. And whn he spoke he had one of those gruffly, phlegmy unable to finish my words propery voices that make you heave to listen to it. He gave me no clue as to his visit to Dr West, but my assumption was "i have this really bad chest Doc"
"really? you surprise me...you look like you look after yourself so well too"
Fourth was an old lady who looked like she was heading for the departure lounge...if you know what I mean.
Fifth was another child, baby this time and I am pretty sure she was suffering what can only be described as "PPS"...Panicky Parent Syndrome.
I am an expert in this as with Pixie, I think I invented it. Every sniffle it was Pneoumonia..., every time she coughed it was Whooping Cough...no really...every time she cried for more than an hour it was death just around the corner.
Yet the diagnosis was easy. Have another child and get over it. Dixie has been to see the doc once in 20 months. Pixie went weekly until Dixie was born.
And so to my turn. I strode in to the Nurses room confidently and then turned into a gibbering wreck as, coward that I am was faced with the needle.
But, such a brave boy I was I managed not to faint.
maybe I am just allergic to needles.
Dan
