Last Thursday AM I fronted up to one of our Local GP's, I am not sure of his name, However his appearance suggested he would have Knowledge of the 'Golden Temple of Amritsar.He listened attentively, weighed me and took my Blood pressure reading I was then given a prescription of Meds to cover one week and was told to return in one week with a sample of urine.
I had arrived that morning with a sample of urine taken on rising from bed at 7am, and informed said doctor of my predicament, Meaning My appendage was sore and had been peeing blood and other odd bits and pieces overnight, despite the sample showing otherwise. I asked the said GP to arrange a referral for the Specialist who has the history of my past problems concerning this matter.as this info
was given to me by the specialist's Secretary whom I had phoned earlier that morning, to pass on to my GP.
Over the past week signs of blood and other tiddly bit were frequently seen in my wee wee although the past two days seemed normal.
This morning I again phoned the Specialist's Secretary who listened attentively and told me to get that elusive 'Referral Also she told me I had an appointment to see the specialist Dec 1.
This morning I phoned the Doctors office his secretary has arranged an appointment in four days time. My doctors office/ surg, is three mins walk away or 35 seconds by car,
Shortly a note and sample will be delivered by hand to said place of healing.
The only humour to creep out in this lot of twaddle was the remark by said doc last Thursday being, "Have you been seeing any women lately" Only my dear lady of 80 years and my self being 88 so it is HARDLY likely.
'The best is yet to be'...Vest back soon.
Twice this week, I have watched an elderly individual, fade into the busy life in which we all live. One man just needed Panadol for his wife but the shop assistant simply said it’s in ‘6’. But he struggled to navigate the supermarket and as I watched him go in the wrong direction, I left all my groceries and took him where he needed to go. Today, I watched an elderly man struggle in the heat, who had obviously had a fall with a huge scrape and blood on his leg. He walked past people in the cafe, while he slowly made his way to his car. Not one person stopped. Or looked. Or acknowledged him. I took him to his car and checked he was ok. He told me he had a fall and wasn’t sure how the air con worked in his car so he just didn’t use it. I sat with him, until his air con kicked in and heard him talk about the old frail body that he is in, that fails him now, every single day. When you see an elderly person walking down the street, searching in the supermarket or struggling to their car, ...
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