Urrgggh – had a HIDEOUS appointment last week with Prof, so skin-crawly that I'm only making myself post it here now.
Was nothing to do with my results, but I had a massive wobble-out while in the delightful enclaves of the charmingly-named Cancer Centre London (as Parkside oncology is now known – and which I have to drive past every time we go and walk Scrumpy on the common. But anyway..)
He kept us waiting for an hour. Which, in the world of the NHS is maybe not that much of a weird thing. But when it's because he's booked 4 patients all for the 10.30am slot, and his PA could have warned us (we do only live 5 minutes drive away..) is just fucking annoying right from the get-go. Add in Hawksey moaning that he needs to get to work, plus me thinking rather the same, no apology form Prof when we finally get ushered in and the fact that by then I am feeling all churned up as have been thinking about WHY I am in that damn waiting room (when normally I mentally treat it as a social visit to an unloved uncle that I can breeze through without thinking) – well, I was really pissed off.
And when you get in there, he says hello, then thumbs through my enormous paper file, bursting with bits of A4 paper, making his own little notes, head down and not saying anything – we might as well not even be sitting there! Eventually I said 'we haven't got time to talk about what I wanted to now (the results of the CT and PET scans that I'd had), so let's put a date in for next time'. He then goes all pensive and asks if I'd rather move to the NHS!!!! Well – durrrrrrrrrrrr – probably not. But at least a 'sorry to keep you waiting' would have been nice and some recognition that there are 2 people sitting on the other side of your desk wondering what the hell you are writing down.
Rant aside – he did point out (which I already knew, like I don't track my results already) that while my PP score doubled last year, from 3.5-7, it has only risen 1 point in total (from 7 to 8) in the last year. A wonderful slowing down of score, which is BLOODY MARVELLOUS. And long may it continue.
But the whole thing was still uuurrrgh. Awwwwwwkward.
Not going back till June thank god – let the 'forget all about it' holidays commence x
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Next time, try taking a paper and pen and making hidden little notes yourself. When he finally looks up, excitedly yell “You show me yours if I show you mine!” and reveal an amazingly intricate A4 of a staircase by Escher / contraption by Heath Robinson / dildo by Charlie Hebdo.
When he looks puzzled, just put on a hurt expression and add “Didn’t you wonder what I was doing here?”
Big Sis x
I’m with Cathy! Do that!
xx
Huzzah! 🙂