Wednesday, 23 October 2013
All six of the above photos were taken on our way home from the West Country. We made a detour via Gloucestershire. All the photos were taken in one town, Ledbury. I have shown them to remind me (and stop me getting swollen headed about Suffolk) that we do not have a monopoly of medieval, timber framed buildings here East Anglia.
Yesterday we had a very hospitally/medical kind of day. In the morning I'd been asked to go into our local hospital for a check up. Saw a heart consultant. He was a man in his sixties, I should think, who was unforthcoming and uncommunicative. He felt my pulse, then said, accusingly, "your pulse is very irregular." Then admitted, grudgingly "But strong". I was then sent off to have an E.C.G. While we were waiting, Ann gave me her opinion that the consultant was "Unsympathetic - almost rude". We agreed that it seemed a pity that a man who's spent his working life doing an interesting, well paid, job, gives barely common courtesy back to his patients.
After the E.C.G. was taken by a cheerful, and efficient nurse, I was told not to leave the hospital before the Consultant had seen the result of the test. After we'd been hanging around for quite a while, a young nurse scurried up to me and said that the Consultant had seen the G.C.E. result and didn't want to see me again. That suited me very well as the feeling was quite mutual. We were glad to get away.
Before we left the hospital we went across to a new building, where Hilary's senior stepson was. He'd had an emergency apendixectomy (think I've got that a bit wrong, but you'll know what I mean, I'm sure) a day or so previously, and I'd told Hilary we'd pop in and see him. Found his ward. I knew it was not visiting hours, and verging on lunch time any way. but found a nice young staff nurse, who told me where Christopher was, thought it would be a good idea for him to see someone, but asked me not to stay more than a few minutes. Found Christopher looking a bit frail, but he was pleased to see us, and we stayed about five minutes.
At five in the afternoon I had an appointment in our local surgery to see my own G.P. as I was due for a drugs revue. He is a welcoming and well mannered young man who is interested in his patients. Just before we left Ann asked him about our annual 'flu jab. "It's due in about ten days up at the local school", he said.
"But hang on a minute, I'm sure we've got some here. I'll do it now. It'll save you a journey".
The difference between people !!!!!!