This is for eeekt particularly. My GP practice has one of those screens giving advice about, for example, how antibiotics don't cure colds. I was practising reading with my one excellent post surgery eye, when the screen went bright red and gave details of sepsis and how important it is to act quickly. So there!
The rest of the appt was a disaster. I was there to follow up my last month's blood test, which my GP had asked me to. The conversation went like this:
"Why do you want a blood test?
Well actually I don't really want one but am responding to a GP request.
What kind do you want?
I'd prefer none, but potassium has been a problem in recent months so let's assume the GP wants that
But you don't need one!
That's fine, I'll be on my way"
Through all this I was showing her the reminders from the surgery on my phone.
Slightly panicked health assistant as I got my coat on
" Oh well, while you're here, you can have one
Is that necessary or a special favour? Is there a reward?"
Two very grumpy people engaged in a blood test.
After that she wanted to know if I did any exercise. I walk the dog around the block. Do I do any housework? Only washing dishes, clothes and bedding; and bleaching the loo. Vacs are too heavy. After that it was diet time. I said it was bad. She assumed cream cakes and pizza. I said, no, just very little of what I can manage that's healthy.
So, I'm a blood test seeking idle annorectic with a mucky house. Good start to a Monday.
Because I'm a nice person I apologised for my testiness at the frustrating mixed messages. She grunted.