No, this is not a Doctor Who or knock, knock joke.
I have been without a doctor since mine retired over two years ago. And, since then, I’ve had to do the walk-in clinic—situated across the road from where we live—and get who ever the doctor is for that day. It is very frustrating when you have to get there 20 minutes before an appointment, and then, the doctor is always running late. So that you can end up being in their reception room for over an hour or more.
The last time I had to physically visit was February 19, just before the lockdown was announced. And … 4 days afterward. I fell ill.
I was ill on and off and had to visit the hospital 3 times because of high blood pressure events … there were other on going symptoms at the time, which were all ignored. All leading me and mine to believe I may have contracted COVID from the hour and a half I was left hanging around in the waiting room (no masks or gloves, or hand sanitiser available at that time) nor, any social distancing of any kind. The place was packed to capacity.
All this finally culminated with my going into hospital again, in June, for four days, with food poisoning. At least, that’s what they thought it was, at the time. I did, however, get tested for COVID, which came back negative. But even then, during those four days, I went through some pretty weird stuff that doesn’t tie in with food poisoning. Which was subsequently put down to my not being allowed to take my usual daily drugs—and they wonder why I was having problems?
That said, my partner is still convinced we both had COVID, due to all the different symptoms we battled through. Mild in comparison to so, so many others. But still, now we know so much more about COVID, it seems the more likely scenario, that some random aberration that suddenly appeared to knock us both off our feet.
The weird chills, the brain splitting headaches, the vomiting after meals, the ear ringing, the diarrhoea, the weird tingling in limbs, the palpitations … no wonder they thought I might have food poisoning. But really … I’m still having weird little bouts even after all this time.
Anyway, to make a short story even longer, back to the doctor who initially saw me way back in February!
His office called me, last week, but when the secretary calling me heard me speak English, she hung up on me. They didn’t call back. My partner called them, none too pleased. The secretary spoke to my partner telling them the doctor was willing to take me on as his patient, but I would have to go in to the practise in order for this to happen.
My partner asked why couldn’t we do a Skype or Zoom call, or even a phone call if everything was okay, and was told, that wouldn’t happen, the doctor does not do video conferencing with patients. Either I came in to see him, or I would be left without a doctor.
In other words. I am being blackmailed.
Is this person’s ego more important than putting other people’s lives at risk? Apparently so.
Yes, I am angry. Whatever happened to the ‘Do No Harm‘ bit of being a doctor?
If I had any other options, at this time, I would take them, and tell this particular doctor I politely decline to be his patient. Sadly, I don’t have that luxury as someone who take a number of drugs in order to stay alive.
My appointment is Sept. 1st. Ask me, am I anxious? You damn well bet I am.