Ten days ago, I went for my annual every three months or so, give or take a week, check-up with the urologist. This is always loads of fun because I check in at a kiosk machine and get issued a ticket. From there I take the ticket which indicates to proceed to the Outpatients Clinic 1. I then watch the monitor to wait for my number to show up. It feels like an airport departures lounge.
"Patient 2407, please report to subwait 3", the voice states from the monitor. Now I wait for the urologist to come and get me. Ten minutes later and for the first time ever, I actually get to see the urologist whose name is on the letter from the hospital.
We have a nice little chat and he asks me, "Where does your accent come from?" To which I reply, "It starts out from my larynx, works up through my throat and comes out my mouth. Okay, seriously, it's a Canadian accent." He then made mention of a certain Canadian chap now being Governor of the Bank of England. I decided to curtail any further musings, such as, how Mark Carney, the Canadian in question, would be sorting out the economy by having thousands of Tim Hortons restaurants open up in the UK. The main thing is that my overall condition has improved.
He hands me a prescription for some antibiotics. This I take to my health centre. He also gave me a green form that I'd never received before. I forgot to ask him what the green form was for. For all I know, maybe he told me what the green form was for. I just wanted to get the heck out and the heck home. Once home, I noticed it was to arrange an appointment at reception. For some baffling reason, I thought it was the reception and my health centre. So, I handed it into the receptionist at the health centre.
That was on Friday, September 13. On Monday, September 16, I checked a message on my answer machine. It was from the health centre and it was about the green form. I went to the health centre on the Tuesday and realised that I was supposed to hand in the green form to the receptionist at the hospital. While at the health centre, I asked about my antibiotics prescription. It wasn't ready.
On Friday, September 20, I phoned the health centre to see if my antibiotics prescription was ready. *Ring ring* "All our receptionists are currently engaged...please hold the line....there are two calls ahead of you..." So I'm thinking, do I really need to know about the status of the receptionists' personal lives? Are they going to stay engaged? Are they truly happy? Will they get married? Anyway, I'm pleased to report I have my antibiotics. As for taking that green form back to the hospital. Guess I'd better get going.