I have been trying to get an appointment with the doctor. Well – that’s what I thought I was doing. The NHS had other ideas. They apparently thought that I was wanting to enter a novel by Franz Kafka.
I have had a persistent sore throat for a few weeks which I caught from the kids. I suspect that they caught it by licking some stranger’s shoe in the supermarket. At any event I have got it. The kids have both been given antibiotics, and have perked up remarkably. By process of deduction I have decided that I might benefit from some antibiotics too.
So. I phoned the surgery. I got a recorded message saying that I should phone NHS 24.
I phoned NHS 34. I told them what was wrong. I told them Ii wanted an appointment with my doctor. They said I had to answer a lot of questions. I answered the questions. They said I needed an appointment with the doctor.
I explained that I knew I needed an appointment with the doctor and that is what I had tried to arrange before I was told to phone them. They said I should phone my doctor. I told them I had phoned my doctor already, but the message said to phone them.
They said that was very odd.
They said they would phone the surgery.
They phoned back. They said there was a message on the machine saying to call NHS 24. They suggested that I phone the surgery tomorrow.
I still have a sore throat.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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