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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The Peppa Pig nose plaster's looking good...

... but I hope the Thumb Fairy's not watching. To be fair though, Amelie still hasn't got her hands on a tiger. Since the weekend, the elves in the Thumb Fairy's purchasing department have been a bit preoccupied with real cats. But then, so has Amelie. In fact she's now saying she wants a cat instead of a tiger. I might forget the trip to Toys R Us, and just give her one of the kittens.

In other news, I need to get a repeat prescription from my GP this week for another batch of Wee-Wee Time, or whatever they're calling it now. I've been single-handedly keeping the NHS afloat for the past two and a half years by forking out every couple of months for another dose, just to keep my men's problems under control, and apparently I'll be doing so for the rest of my life. But despite being a permanent arrangement, my GP insists on doing a 'medication review' once a year, partly to check that the drugs are still working, but mainly to annoy me and ruin my day.

When I got my last prescription in February, it contained a note saying that I needed another such review before my next fix, and that I could do it via a telephone consultation. Without one, they won't give me any more gear, so it's sadly necessary. When I had my medication review via teleconference last year, however, it consisted of my GP asking "Are you happy with the tablets?" and "Do you want to carry on taking them?", then waiting for me to say "Yes", before putting the phone down. So it seems a bit of a pointless inconvenience. If I didn't want to take the tablets, I wouldn't be asking for a repeat prescription.

Anyhoo, I've been working in the hospitals of Lewes, Uckfield and Horsham this week, so I've avoided the doctor in an effort to spare my own patients the experience of me answering the phone during a clinic, and chatting about my prostate while I give them the eye drops. But I'm back in the office tomorrow, so before doing my Noah impression this morning, and sailing up to Horsham in my motorised ark, I asked Lisa if she could phone the surgery when they open, and book me a telephone consultation for tomorrow or Friday.

Having made it through the torrential rain and floods, I received an e-mail from Lisa at 9:45 this morning which said this:

"Hellooo. You have to phone up tomorrow morning to make a telephone booking."

I replied with this:

"That's ridiculous. Why can't they book me a day in advance???"

To which Lisa responded:

"I think it's because they don't like you."

There's clearly no other explanation.


Phil's Mum said...

At least its got to be better than having to wear a Peppa Pig plaster on your nose!

Jon the Bassist said...

Phil, ‘They ALL like you’ but clearly sometimes paranoia
stalks us all like a Jeremy Hunt inbox, however ‘Due Process’ needs to be
observed and your GP should be commended on adding additional income to the
treasury for his / her recommendations to ‘call again’ and kick start the
economy.  I believe that you should be
really focusing on the positives which are the fact that you are cat rich at
the moment and as your mother has pointed out you don’t have a Peppa Pig
plaster on your nose.      

A Passer-by said...

"cat rich"? - well, you're not one of the rich fat cats who are accused of causing the current economic problems!

Dave East said...

If you have a chronic condition, have you asked your GP whether you're entitled to free prescriptions?  Becoming diabetic has saved me a fortune in drugs.

A Passer-by said...

But if you're healthy, you save a fortune on drugs anyway!

Dave East said...

But Phil isn't healthy, so i'm trying to save him some money.  Mind you, given his diet, he'll end up diabetic anyway.

Phil's Mum said...

You could have a point, Dave. (not about the diet, but the free prescriptions for a chronic condition)