Post by Nick Odell Post by LFS Post by Nick Odell
On Thu, 20 Apr 2017 17:20:39 +0100, Peter Percival
Post by Peter Percival Post by krw Post by BrritSki
Can't they do it by phone these days ?
Interesting question. I used Skype recently for the first time and my
caller was somewhere in the US. I was surprised at the clarity of the
call - better than the normal call I made this morning to the surgery.
Appointment is Thursday next week at 7pm or the following week. I might
And if you are, and if the illness is the sort of thing that clears up
of its own accord in a few days, then the expectation is that you will
cancel your appointment. Waits are not always a bad idea.
And what if, you may ask, it's a serious illness and you die before the
appointment? In that case not turning up and not cancelling will lead
to you being removed from the doctor's list.
My philosophy is that if you ignore something for long enough, it will
just go away. Okay: I realise that one day something will come along
and I'll ignore it and it will be me that goes away but - hey - I've
been lucky so far...
I think you must be quite young! This is an effective philosophy until
you reach an age where your system is less able to fight back on its
own: at that point ignoring symptoms may not lead directly to terminal
decline but can impinge in a very negative way on the quality of your
I'm nearly sixty-eight, you know! In common with others here, there's
a two week wait for a routine appointment with my GP. Going through
the indignity of claiming to a receptionist that my malaise is more
important than somebody else's malaise is an indignity too far for me
and I would rather wait the two weeks. So, instead of making an
appointment and waiting two weeks, I just wait the two weeks and -
guess what? Whatever it was clears up and proves that my malaise was
not more important after all.
I've nothing against routine maintenance: I get my teeth checked
regularly, I should get my eyes checked again and I've been meaning to
get an appointment with an audiologist for some time. The rest is just
down to fair wear and tear.
When I was nearly sixty-eight people kept telling me I wasn't hearing
them properly so I tootled off to my GP who sent me to the ENT
department at the local hospital for a test. I was shepherded into a
soundproof booth, fitted with headphones and told to press a button when
I heard a sound. I heard nothing. The audiologist reappeared and rather
crossly showed me the button and explained the process again. I told her
that I understood perfectly but had heard nothing ... which was
obviously why I was there...
She then confirmed that I was quite deaf in my right ear and said that I
should ask my GP to refer me for further tests but in the meantime she
would make me a hearing aid. Which she did. This involved further
bizarre encounters with her. The hearing aid made no difference and I
put it in a drawer and carried on with my life.
The next time I saw my GP, some months later, about something different,
she said that it might be a good idea to follow up the audiologist's
suggestion of further tests. It turned out that my deafness had a rather
serious cause. I was belatedly grateful to the audiologist for spotting
that there was a problem and I told her this when I was sent to see her
for a further test. This did not seem to improve her bad temper. I was
again put in the soundproof booth and instructed as before. This time I
heard lots of noises so pressed the button frequently. Again she came in
and told me off for not doing it properly. I pointed out that I now had
quite severe tinnitus so was hearing noises all the time...
I later saw a private audiologist and ended up with more sophisticated
hearing aids. When I returned the NHS one the grumpy audiologist asked
to look at my new ones. She was quite puzzled as to how they worked and
I had to explain it to her.
Laura (emulate St George for email)