The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.


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To The Surgery

To The Surgery,

30th January 2023

re – The impossibility of getting an appointment

Dear Surgery,

My doctor is supposed to be XXX – or XXX.

Like most customers at your surgery, I have had to settle for phone appointments from our doctors. These are sufficient some times IF YOUR DOCTOR KNOWS YOU. But getting a face to face appointment with one’s doctor one has to wait four to six weeks!

XXX is at The Surgery on Monday, but to get an appointment, I was told I had to phone first thing on Monday morning. Has anyone at the The Surgery tried to phone at eight o clock in the morning? Do you know what your customers endure?

Why are there no more staff than the embattled few to deal with that?

Why are there not more doctors? Are the SIXTEEN doctors you employ part timers? Are they earning a better living doing private consultations? Are they off exploring the South Pole?

Where are the doctors?

Recently I was in a crises situation. I phoned early morning for a doctor, any doctor, to phone me. Nothing happened. My daughter phoned to remind you. Nothing. Eventually, in the evening the ‘duty’ doctor phoned. She was as helpful as could be. She advised I should go to Lancaster A&E, who despite a five hour wait and a waiting room full of people, announced we must all go home as there were “no doctors”. It was Friday 16th December 2022.

I am shocked by my experience, the lack of a surgery doctor until evening when I needed one in the day, and the dreadful conditions at A&E.

Here, At The Surgery, I would expect you to employ doctors who can actually respond to an urgent call and be seen face to face when one needs to see them. One needs to see them when one needs to see them, not in four to six weeks time as you say on your website because you are so ‘busy’. What are you busy doing? What are The Surgery doctors doing? Surely if you haven’t enough staff for your business, you should employ more?

I am a very disillusioned customer, (I think one of many!) Your system is not good enough.

Every Doctors’ Surgery is only a business after all.

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6th February 2023 – To The Surgery

Today I got up early to “phone the surgery at eight o’clock in the morning”.

At 25 PAST eight, your number “was not accepting calls at the moment”.

I think your instruction should be “phone after eight thirty”.

There are miraculously only more “than ten” people in my queue.

I have had to endure numerous notifications, which is hateful.

None of the other Surgeries have this. One other surgery, the receptionist took my call immediately. The second was on call back.

As I sit waiting, listening to the eternal notifications, I am doing Math in my head.

In our town, there are almost 30 000 people. Divided by 3 (for three surgeries that we have) each surgery may, or may not, have 10 000 customers. Your Surgery have the most doctors and probably the most customers. And the worst service! The reviews on the web give you the least points stating “the inability to make an appointment” first, and secondly, the “ghastly prescription service”.

Seeing I am still holding on after half an hour, repeating eternal messages to me is pointless as I have already heard them repeatedly.

Ooo! FIVE online in the queue!

Exciting.

Holding, holding – notifications for idiots who heard it all the first time continue…..

Screaming point is approaching…….

I am next in line in the queue!

Notifications continue……

I am next in line in the queue!

9:30 All is settled. A phone appointment with my doctor of choice in two days time, and a face to face in a MONTH.

This is almost miraculous! It took an hour and a half, of suffering.

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To The Surgery.

I think old people like me, who remember the days when the doctor was almost a member of the family, got invited to weddings and funerals and who KNEW you, prefer to have a doctor who knows them. The excuse given to have a random doctor “because they can just read the notes” is weak.

1. Doctors are reading the notes while you are on the phone, or in an appointment. That is no time for the stuff they read to sink in.

2. Doctors write very bad notes. And summarise INCORRECTLY what you said.

3. Doctors have no spell checks on their computers.

4. Doctors notes are often wrong because they have misunderstood in their hurry, been ignorant of your circumstances, or, in their rush, misheard you.

5. Simply, the notes are skimpy, incorrect, or summarised into a medical word.

Who has given the Medical Industry the idea that in a practice business like yours, other doctors “can just read your notes”?

At The Surgery, we are given a choice to chose “our doctor”, but the way of the future seemingly, is to not bother. Any random doctor will do. In my notes on my recent horrible experience, your receptionist asked me “What do you want to see a doctor for?” Well, actually it’s none of her business. And offensive. When I said “same old stuff”, she read from my notes – “Had trouble eating and swallowing”!

This “trouble eating and swallowing” is a vast understatement. The whole experience was the most terrifying experience of my life. Far worse than the post-partum stroke I had in 1980.

And there was no one to help me.

From you.

Or Lancaster Hospital.

No one at The Surgery has a clue!

Because of my experience that I recount to others, I have heard bad stories from other people. I think you are living in a bubble where your customers are not speaking out.

I am not a “trouble maker”. I do not want to make a “formal complaint”. I am speaking the TRUTH that other people are not telling you – not even in your Patient Group, to which I belong. I cannot attend because it is scheduled at 9:00 am. A time when old people, disabled people, have enormous difficulty attending.

Thank you,


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Something new

I wrote about the fear of my recent MRI scan.

Everyone who heard I was going to have an MRI scan pulled faces and told me horrible stories about claustraphobia and dreadful noises and the ordeals they experienced.

So I arrived determined to go in feet first as the NHS website said was usual for lumbar scans but I was met by staff who said “Oh we don’t do that anymore. We aren’t the NHS. Come and look at our brand new and latest technology MRI scanner. We are so proud of it

Indeed there, in all its glory was a brand new latest technology scanner. The feared and claustrophobic tunnel was pretty large and I guessed that I could almost sit up in it.

The technicians made me comfortable with pillows behind head and knees and ear plugs. I am deaf anyway so I expected reduced roaring that everyone complains of and I glided into the tunnel.

I lay comfortable and relieved I was getting the damn thing done and for the whole time I was expecting roaring machinery but it didn’t happen.

Iin fact the whole thing was a breeze.

Afterwards I discovered by some trick of fate, I had been sent to a private MRI company that the NHS is contracted out to. They sit outside hospital entrances in prefab buildings but this one happened to have just received the very newest and latest scanner.

How lucky was I!

Out of the darkness of old technology into the light of something new.


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East Wind

This is the third day that this wreched East wind is blowing.

The Furlongs have had enough.

The back of our building faces North East and the wind coming from the East is a problem for us.

The dog doesn’t like it either. It blows the dog flap in and out and the constant clattering is unnerving. Our extractor fans are blowing inwards and seeing it’s also cold, that’s a pest.

We wish the East wind would change direction, or better still just go away.

Yesterday I skipped my walk because it’s beastly cold and today I might do the same. Yesterday I lost a kg and my blood sugars fell. Perhaps the same will happen today?

Who says exercise is good for you?

Walking is still painful and the worst is in the first 50 yards. After that I’m reasonably comfortable and some amount of pleasure comes to me. That is extraordinary in itself as I really hate exercise.

But exercising in the East wind today is not going to happen. I’ll shuffle around the house instead. My pedometer will tell me how far I walked.


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The health MOT

My annual health MOT has been done. The last one was eighteen months ago. Here, in the North West of the UK, our doctors seem to be shunnelling patients through as pretty much usual now, despite the inconvenience of masks and single patients per buulding as we move along in the new Covid19 age.

Lots of face to face talking is done on the phone, or skype or zoom. Everyone I know waiting for cancer ops has been done. And should you suspect something nasty is taking hold, you can have real blood tests and a real live doctor look at you. And go to a real, live hospital.

Recently Mr Furlong had a heart scare. Mr Furlong has a ‘heart’ condition. He got to see a doctor chop chop. No complaints about the National Health Service here.

So, despite being late on my health MOT, I’ve had it. For that, I had to actually be seen by the Nurse Practitioner. My admiration for her is immense. She wears that mask all day and used her eyes to communicate. Big eyes for listening, squeezy eyes smiling, frowny eyes in agreement. Rolly eyes for sympathy.

I’m glad I saw her. She takes blood with the least pain. I got measured, weighed, and tested.

A week later she phoned to discuss my results. I saw my results beforehand on Patient Access. Patient Access is a neat app that allows you to research your own medical history.

During lockdown I ate. And ate. I convinced myself that if I had only been prediabetic beforehand, I was now actually diabetic. I convinced the Nurse Practitioner too.

Well, I think the Nurse Practitioner was just as surprised as me to find that EVERYTHING about me is EXACTLY the same as my last MOT, eighteen months ago.

EVERYTHING.

No! Thats not true. My cholesterol has gone down.

The birthday approaches. I dislike birthdays. No wonder everyone wishes you a ‘happy’ one. Why else would they unless there was something nasty about birthdays?

But being the same in every way as I was one and a half years ago, seems a good result to me. It’s the sort of birthday present I like.


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Basking

Oh the sunshine!

Busy, busy basking.

Garden.

Walks.

Excursions on the bus.

Home along the river.

Swans and ducks, and even birds in our garden.

Walks through the wood and working in the garden with new dog Bass sunning himself on the garden table. He loves the sun. And his coat gleams.

We’ve all been basking in the sunshine.

But tomorrow the rain is coming back.

I believe.


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What do you get from your hols?

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Precious poo

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Take comfort for your health

You probably know that some hikers in the Alps in the 1990’s  found the frozen body of an ancient corpse – from thousands of years ago.  He’d been murdered. He’s called Otzi. Details about Otzi here 

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In praise of fur

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