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This fracture clinic business is looking like hard work.
I phoned the nearest one yesterday to ask for an appointment, and again a few hours later, and again this morning, before finally hearing when my appointment would be on the most recent call. Thursday week, which is (I note) more than the 'within one week' that the walk-in centre told me to get. Apparently, there's no possibility of getting it any earlier, and if they'd known that I hadn't actually broken anything then they wouldn't have booked it at all but made me go through a third department that would handle the referral and take another week at least to do so.
I tried the next hospital on the list, and got an answerphone and a disconnected number. The third one, though, produced a very nice man who couldn't get me an appointment before Monday week but did do his best to try and figure out some way of getting sorted out. He didn't seem to think that there was any particular worry in the delay, until he realised that I hadn't been given either physio exercises to do or the drugs needed to make them possible. Sadly, his best wasn't terribly useful, as he just suggested that I try the walk-in clinic at the hospital where I have the appointment, for a second opinion and potential offer to just hang around at the next clinic and hope one of the consultants would have time to see me. Oh, and the consultant I'm booked in to see is a foot expert, so nice and useful.
I'll have another go at the GP tomorrow, but I won't be holding my breath, even if I can get an appointment. I'm not un-tempted to jump on a train to London and get my Dentist's husband to find someone to look at it privately, because I really can't be doing with having it strapped up for a fortnight without any movement.
I phoned the nearest one yesterday to ask for an appointment, and again a few hours later, and again this morning, before finally hearing when my appointment would be on the most recent call. Thursday week, which is (I note) more than the 'within one week' that the walk-in centre told me to get. Apparently, there's no possibility of getting it any earlier, and if they'd known that I hadn't actually broken anything then they wouldn't have booked it at all but made me go through a third department that would handle the referral and take another week at least to do so.
I tried the next hospital on the list, and got an answerphone and a disconnected number. The third one, though, produced a very nice man who couldn't get me an appointment before Monday week but did do his best to try and figure out some way of getting sorted out. He didn't seem to think that there was any particular worry in the delay, until he realised that I hadn't been given either physio exercises to do or the drugs needed to make them possible. Sadly, his best wasn't terribly useful, as he just suggested that I try the walk-in clinic at the hospital where I have the appointment, for a second opinion and potential offer to just hang around at the next clinic and hope one of the consultants would have time to see me. Oh, and the consultant I'm booked in to see is a foot expert, so nice and useful.
I'll have another go at the GP tomorrow, but I won't be holding my breath, even if I can get an appointment. I'm not un-tempted to jump on a train to London and get my Dentist's husband to find someone to look at it privately, because I really can't be doing with having it strapped up for a fortnight without any movement.