I've finally (last week) started taking the bull by the horns, so to speak, with this practice and:
* Booked-in for an NHS blood test as a result of an appointment last year (Nov) with one of the practice nurses whose always been really good whenever I see her. I had to really push for the appt with her (supposed to be checked annually for a long time, due not only to age - 70 last year, turned 71 in March - but, to numerous chronic health problems) as this practice kept fobbing me off with appts and 'reviews' with one of the Clinical Pharmacists and/or a referral [back] to mental health services. The form she gave me was barely legible and what with one-thing-and another (already approaching Christmas and New Year, followed by a string of significant dates every month right up until the end of May...17 years since the funeral of my beloved Z 💔😭...before I start another year on this hellish journey...) I didn't get to go back to the surgery to get the form re-printed (avoided at the best of times, anyway, as they're so dismissive) and sort of 'forgot' about it/put it on a back burner but, did get a new, now clearly legible form fairly recently by way of a reminder...via one of the said Community Pharmacists (according to one of the receptionists: "because it's April, which is the beginning of a new [financial] year for us!" 🙄). So, this is what I've been put down to be tested for this time:
(DHBA1) Glycated HB
HBA1c (requested for = Monitoring)
(DIALIP) Lipid (Non Fasting)
(RP) Renal Profile for GPs
(TFT3) Thyroid Function Test (T4 dose = n/a)
I had to specifically request the TFTs and for antibodies to be included by pointing out, politely as I had done in a joint email to the Practice Manager and [since retired] Principal GP in Feb last year, that I had been diagnosed with an autoimmune thyroid disease in '93, which is lifelong. Thus, as I've never [yet] been 'allowed' to see any results (nor anything much else, really!) since I took legal proceedings that ended-up being statute barred in 2000/1 but, when I know my records were 'marked', I haven't a clue whether they'll be as limiting as previous ones or what TFT3 even means? We'll just have to wait and see! 🤫 Anyway, I've booked in for these on Wednesday, 21st, and managed to get a 7:30am slot - is that too early? - as regardless of the need not to fast for the Lipid profile one, I certainly won't be having anything to eat before I leave home at that time in the morning, as I would prefer to get as true a picture as possible in relation to the TFTs as per the advice given on here for that testing.
* Also last week (Friday), whilst outside the practice pharmacy, waiting for the queue to go down (I can't stand for long now, with what the Orthopaedic Knee Reg I saw at a follow-up appt in 2014 as having been picked-up on X-Ray as "a crumbling spine" and was finally diagnosed later that year [as "multi-level disc degeneration"] from an MRI scan - to add to "the Global arthritis" diagnosis I was also given), I decided to start the follow-up to the said email I wrote to the Practice Manager and wrote a hand written letter applying for access to my records, both prospective and historic (I kept a handwritten copy!). Initially, I thought I'd just be able to get one of the items (for Braltus) on my repeat prescription list that I'd omitted to order and was about to run out of over the w/e straight from the pharmacy and my intention was to just pop into the surgery and leave the letter/request for the PM at reception (I had an envelope). Cut-and-run, if you like, and wait for the 'response'!
However, as 'luck' would have it, the pharmacy couldn't dispense the item without a Dr signing another script for it so, I had to go into the surgery and had a bit of a wait (about 20-30 minutes) until the receptionist could get the only Dr there free to come and sign it. Quite an interesting wait, considering all the back-peddling and cover-ups I've cottoned onto that this surgery is now doing. In a nutshell, the Dr who was requested to sign it was a fairly recent addition to the practice - i.e. sometime in 2021, who I only thought was temporary but, is now an 'Associate' - who I've never, ever seen before so, wouldn't know from Adam, and have only ever spoken to on the phone once when we had a very strange conversation when he kept insisting on calling me Mrs (which I hate, as I've never been married and, though I did change my name to my ex common law husband's when I adopted the Mrs title with his surname, that was years/decades ago, since which I've changed back to Ms with my birth surname and all of my records are as Ms...or at least those that aren't missing or have been 'doctored'!!). I've got tired of asking this surgery to not call me by my full christian name as well (it has really negative connotations for me associated with the childhood trauma I went through) and have even requested they record on my notes my preference of my being called by my shortened christian name I've always been known as. When I politely pointed this out to him, he said he couldn't possibly call me by my christian name as [if I heard him correctly as a senior citizen] I was "old enough to be his mother and that would be disrespectful in my culture" (he's Greek, apparently?! 🤷♀️) and proceeded to continue calling me Mrs!! 🤦♀️ There's also another factor with this Dr in relation to him refusing to prescribe the only medication I've found that will relieve the agonising muscle (and ? bone) cramps I get in clusters since I was Dx with fibromyalgia because he claims that "they can't be prescribed to someone with Sleep Apnoea." I've never been Dx with this ever: sure I had an appt with one of the 2 Dr's there before his time about sleep paralysis (a whole different phenomena, which is known to be associated with trauma ✅✅✅ as well as insomnia, jet lag and [I guess] lack of deep restorative sleep ✅17 years and counting for the latter). So, I'm sat there thinking, "this is going to be interesting!" when a very tall, grey-haired and grey-bearded guy walks past me and ended up going into the reception area, standing against the back wall of the reception so that he was facing my way but, blocked from my view due to a partition wall so that only a bit of his left side was visible. Sure enough, within a minute of his arrival and talking with the receptionist, she leaned forward to close the slats at the bottom of the glass/perspex screen to ensure I couldn't hear what was being said! So, obvious it cracked me up!
Now, I'm lining everything up (see following copies of redacted documents) and need your help, please, in dealing with this surgery before I change because, I honestly can't take any more...
Sorry for the length/rant and thank you for reading if you've got this far...I just need to get something moving...
P x