They are utterly barmy these people. They make appointments and then fail to meet them, boil you alive in the hottest waiting room in the known Universe. After 40 minutes wait - why can't you tell me when i check in you are running late??? How difficult would that be? I could have gone across the road to the pub!
So then the PCs are running a new system so you can't see my notes about my white coat syndrome. Then the BP machine doesn't work three times, then you try the other arm then it almost goes off the scale. "ooohh that's high!" Yea right no shit Sherlock!!! The second go it comes down a lot. But can you see my notes about the blood test - have you had it done - well yes on Tuesday actually. Oh my notes don't say I am going into Hospital on Monday then?
Joined up communication. It beggars belief. Anyway, I finally got them to write down yet again that I have white coat syndrome. They want to see me again. Not sure if I'll bother - I might as well do my own readings and post them through once a month so they have them rather than do this one point in time stress inducing bollocks they put me through.
Me, unhappy? Whatever gave you that idea?
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