Maybe we’ll turn back the hands of time
Almost four weeks ago the Minister booked an appointment to see a GP as the Minister had been drifting into the arena of the unwell for a couple of weeks and suspected he might have a virus.
There were no non-urgent appointments available for nearly a week (but had it been urgent they could have seen me within 90 minutes).
Three weeks ago the Minister’s GP told the Minister that, after seven years of medical training, it was the GP’s considered opinion that the Minister “probably” had “a virus”. He explained that there’s nothing they can do for viruses but ordered a blood test anyway.
The blood test results got delayed in the snow, natch, but last week I received a letter from my surgery asking me to make a telephone appointment with a doctor to discuss the results of my blood test.
There were no telephone appointments available for a week.
This morning, during my telephone appointment, a different GP told me that my blood test shows signs of “inflammation in the body”, suggesting that I “probably” have “a virus”.
The GP also told me that this is not something that can be followed up properly in a phone appointment, so he would transfer me to Reception to make an appointment in person.
There are no non-urgent appointments available for a week (but if it’s urgent they can see me in 35 minutes).
Needless to say that I obviously won’t be seeing either the GP who ordered the blood test or the GP who has just reviewed the results of the blood test, so GP³ will doubtless inform me when I see him next Wednesday morning that I “probably” have “a virus”.
Oh, and that I need another blood test.
Seriously, just switch the fucking lights off and let’s have done with this arse-end of a country, eh?