I’ve ranted about this before but since very little has changed, I’m ranting about it again.
How difficult is it for you to get an appointment with the G.P. of your choice… when you actually need it that is? How long does it take you to get through to a human voice? ……thirty minutes or more? How long until you even get the automated recording telling you that all lines are busy (duh!) but just in case you’ve forgotten, you’re treated to the ‘rules’ regarding the appropriate times to call if you’re looking for a repeat prescription or results of tests or need to see a nurse or… etc., etc., In the meantime, with ‘phone clapped to ear, you are desperately attempting to make yourself presentable ( have you tried putting on a nylon ‘knee-high’ with one hand) in the event that you will be offered an early appointment, while your anger issues and blood pressure are being severely challenged……only to be told that there are no appointments to be had that day. The doctor of your choice, however, can see you two weeks hence.Continue reading →
It’s been a while, I know. Excuses? A rather ‘constipated’ brain……packed full of excess material: disbelief, incredulity, outrage and JUNK! Knowing where to start has become so problematic, that, like the constipated mathematician, I’ve had to work it all out with a pencil!…… a word jotted down here….. a sentence there……frustrated ‘flushings’ and yet more paper to hopefully capture any vestige of verbal diarrhoea that might help relieve this ‘blockage’……. Sorry, the analogy is a mess…… but so is the world…….and I still don’t know where to start.
I am having a rotten day. Nothing, but nothing, is going well. My head is now stuffed with random unproductive thoughts and I am sinking fast. I am floundering in a sea of indignation, indecision and sadness. I feel helpless and hopeless and and have now sought refuge at my computer to try and make something coherent out of the babble in my head……remember the game where you were required to make a jumbled assortment of words into a well known phrase or saying?…there is so much I want to say but I seem to be struggling with order, organisation and focus. Maybe I should just pluck a word or phrase out of the bubbling porridge that is my fevered brain and give it voice…… pick me!…..pick me!….Continue reading →