I could not let a day go by without an update from NHS land.  The week of NHS-land continues….

Today I took daughter 1 to her routine check up.

Only a few hours later and we staggered out with crashing headaches.

1. Why are hospitals so unbelievably hot?
2. Why is everything on scruffy bits of paper. ( Thank goodness we noticed one bit had a sticker indicating  her University address…ie many moons ago. OOPS).
3. Why does NO- ONE introduce themselves? Give their name? Acknowledge the person WITH the patient
4. Why does the registrar not look up while she is hand writing her copious boring illegible notes? Make eye contact. Do not assume the patient has a scooby do what you are talking about. ‘NAD’ on a urine test. you have no idea that an otherwise intelligent person, in an anxious state, assumes that the nurse is somehow telling the Registrar some secret code. I know, you know, we all know…but in stress the patient brain goes very foggy.

It all was ok really just so so slow and frustrating and hot.  Poor clinicians working there. They must have crashing headaches too. 

One funny bit: A nurse came running out into the waiting room and asked the assembled crowd if anyone had seen a lady ‘ in a skirt’?  We had great fun imagining what that might mean. An escapee from the examination room? A stripper?  Maybe only a skirt and nothing else? We never did find out.