Today, has been a red-letter day – Mr Furlong is revolting.
He had to have his annual review at the doctor’s. This always happens around your birthday in the UK, if you have a medical condition.
Beforehand, you have all your tests, blood tests, cholesterol, kidneys, blood pressure etc done and when the results come through, you get a COMPLETELY patronising “form” to fill in about what you are going to DO about yourself in the coming year.
Mr Furlong is peeved that he is down as an “ex-smoker” when his last cigarette was over thirty-something years ago. (Aside – this is how the National Health Service in the UK records “smoker deaths” – from ANYONE who ever smoked – it’s called “science” – smoking kills you see).
So he pointed that out.
Mr Furlong is taking medications for conditions he does not have. So he pointed that out. He wants to reduce unnecessary medications.
I’m proud of him.
But the final answer that got me falling out of bed laughing was after he’d listed the things he wanted to achieve this year, he got the question – “What might stop you?”, he wrote THE MEDICAL PROFESSION.
I thought that was really good.
the Practise Nurse (posh name for a nurse that is nearly a doctor), hardly looked at his form, agreed with everything he said verbally, and suggested he exercise more.
The end of the question “What might stop you?” on the form that nobody will read, because he brought it home with him, was “and what can you do about it?”
I would say bugger all actually, but at least he tried!