I cannot cure you but I can make you laugh

I was waiting to see Dipstick. Rottweiler receptionist looking fairly passive . She was whining to a colleague that she’d only just got Jerome’s clinic list and he was expected in an hour and and and blah blah blah…woe was her…the waiting patients just sort of grinned, crossed arms, then legs and avoided eye contact.

> Then another of the urologists arrived…demanding his sandwiches! Remember last time? When there was a kerfuffle because the consultants did not have a big enough fridge!
> Clearly this was a very dire situation…one which continued upstairs …I could hear him whinging on to Dippy. # sandwich-gate!
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> Anyhow, Dippy was ok. I had already had scan that morning and so he could check all was well. Which indeed it is phew. ..we agreed that the proposed MRI for spine was impossible, despite many calls and emails. We could take my bladder implant out. Replace it with a new MRI compatible one. But we decided not…until this one fails. He said I should have mine checked by him in two weeks. Shit. Why not today? Wednesdays clearly not the right day? Sensing he might be wanting entitlement to… sandwiches, I left!
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> Then couple of hours wait to see Jerome. …I was going to wander off but it was pissing it down. So I took shelter in a coffee bar having been lent an umbrella ☂️ by none other than Rottweiler! Surprise. She’s on the up.
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> in fact the day before I had also wandered between appointments . As in first up was nerve conduction test. Essentially electric shocks and needles. A sort of acupuncture connected to the National Grid!

After which I had wandered off and sat doing emails in a nice London Park. Alas, when I looked up from….someone had locked me in! #onlyme
Long story short I accosted a friendly dog walker through the railings but he ran off! hopeless. I rang the number for the trustees of said park. They were on holiday. Beginning to size up the railings and assess my high jump skills I wondered quite what to do. …but escape I did!

Then it was off to wait for reprogramming of spinal implant. Clinic running very late. Rep hadn’t turned up. Some patient having a hissy fit in a consultation room. Long wait…I eventually got home reprogrammed and with a crashing headache.

Spinal implant reprogrammed
Back to today. Jerome was of course running on time. Nay a tad early. We laughed. Alot. We caught up. ‘A nice positive no emergency admission consultation’.
We went over the medicalness. Brief holiday chat. Coordinated plans forward.
Which reminds me of a story I think I told him a while ago. about flying abroad to meet D years ago. Four little children in the middle seats, me on the aisle. Cabin crew came up. Are these your children?
Yep I replied, panicking that they’d upset or locked someone in the loo. ( Whichthey did to a babysitter they took against! ).
wow the crew said.
Then insisted on bringing miniatures of gin, wine, anything and everything. So I slept well too!

On the way back same thing. Are these ALL your (sleeping) children?

Yes I replied. Also, the bloke in the back, with his foot in plaster. He is mine too!Wow. they brought big full bottles of gin, wine, champagne….couldn’t drink a drop. Had to drive children home via AandE for D… on account of the broken foot.

Jerome on the other hand loaded me up with pee pots and forms, dictated his clinic letter and we were still laughing about stuff when we emerged to the waiting room. And I quote: The incredulity on the faces of the other patient and surgeon that we had a genuine laugh at the same time as doing some proper medicine! It is possible to be totally serious and make decisions and have some good humour at the same time! He cannot cure me but he can make me laugh!

No more appointments now for a few weeks… Phew. Burbling infections permitting, we are on the up.

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4 comments

  1. Oh fingers crossed Jacq. You deserve a break and a few days without medical appointments.
    If only to meet up with your great friend Di who is complaining that she never sees you these days.

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