I don't know what it was this morning, everything felt hard! Rather than act on it I just kept my head down and got everyone out the door on time for work and school! I suppose you could I let stupid things play on my mind, like "Having to call The Princess Royal Hospital" to explain that the doctors report from my MRI yesterday won't be ready by this Friday!
The National Health Service honestly do like dragging their asses!
....Things like this irritate me!!!
Well that's what I did; I phoned the hospital to carry clacks about one hospitals protocol to another and asked them 'What should I do now? Should I see the specialist on Friday about my leg without a report or do you suggest something else like - "Re-arranging the appointment? chirped 'Katherine' - the consultants secretary who answered the call (How luckly was that): 'Oh she said, and giggled, I really don't know? That's odd, they shouldn't take that long. Please hold the line!!!!!! *Hmmm* twiddles my ancklet while coming to terms with maybe having to be 'put off again'. Katherine bleeps back on with some sort of a solution; She explained that the specialist was there today doing his rounds and that she believes he can go ahead with this Fridays appointment on just the MRI images alone (just what I expected taking into concideration his outstanding reseme) I was happy with that; Although, she said she'd still have to confirm that with him and would phone me back with instructions later on today.
Katherine still held that suprised tone in her voice - just as I held my *'Haven't had a cuppa so far and already inconvienienced at the thought of having to wait indoors and sit by the phone - tone in mine*. Yet I was forgiving, instead of insisting that she runs about like a headless chicken and finds the doctor for a confirmation, I quietly asked if she would be kind enough to leave a message on the answer-machine if I wasn't in. She didn't have a problem with that so I was happpy again!
...Once again - On with my life. I gave the NHS too much time already Ha!