[Nod’s once again to Douglas Adams]
So, the conversation goes like this…
Bring Bring… “Local Radiology, Scary Nurse Speaking”
Moi… “Hello Scary Nurse, this is Dee, How are you doing?”
SN… “Good thanks” (Ok, so she’s not exactly scary, more, sort of represents a universal scariness given she’s in charge of this darn mammogram)
Moi…”I’d like to make an appointment for a mammogram please, I have a referral from Dr Ticket”
SN… “Certainly, what’s your name please?”
Moi… “Deeleea B Deeleea”
SN…”Well, I can see your referral in the system, you’ve had it since January haven’t you?”
Moi… “*blushes* Yes”
SN… “I’m afraid I can’t make an appointment for you. Because you are below the governnmentally intstituted regulation screening age you need to have a referral that demonstrates an existing pathology (a lump or some such anomaly) or a serious family history before we can book you in under Medicare”
Moi… “Well, I have a serious family history (see prev post)”
SN… ” am afraid that Dr Ticket is going to have to write that on the referral”
Moi…”well, can I just book in as a private patient and pay you rather than faff about with Medicare (bearing in mind Mrs Brick gave me the cash).
SN…”No, I’m sorry you’ll need to ring Dr Ticket and ask him to rewrite the referral and then call us for an appointment”
Moi…[hangs up with her flabber totally ghasted]
So, what I want to know is if Kylie had to put up with all this rubbish… I guess she had an existing pathology. Me I’ve just got a couple of dead relatives?
I will have to make another appointment to see another doctor because I didn’t actually bond with Dr Ticket the last time I was there and I want a nicer doctor to give me the referral, one who actually takes me seriously. I hardly ever have to go to the docs so when I do I go with a shopping list… please check out this mole, can I have my blood results, and can you book me a mammogram? I would not have thought that strange behaviour, surely general physicals include such things, but Dr Ticket clearly thinks I am an hypochondriac.
So, as you can see I did Try and book the procedure but got stonewalled. I promise I won’t leave it 2 months to try again…
On a lighter note I am somewhat heavier due to certain pancakes consumed at the latest Aussie wibmeet. Me, Ian, Semele and Miss Lisa hooked up in the city for dinner and what turned out to be an hilarious evening!!! Thanks for making the effort guys! It was great to meet you Semele and to catch up Ian! And Miss Lisa? Always a pleasure!!
I have brain fade and can’t remember any of the things we said we’d blog when we got home… except the sugar spilling and the shoe and hardware fetish… Loses something in translation I think!
I guess you just had to be there…
Dee’s gone all MT!
My sympathy on the install. I think it took me about the same from whoa to go.The documentation needs going over by a newbie to pinpoint things that are not as obvious as they seem to think they are. I had trouble working out where exactly was my CGI bin supposed to be. Oh, the hairtearing!
And the pancakes – were they with golden syrup? Or is that just a Kiwi thing?
The pancakes with golden syrup are definitely a Kiwi thing… or maybe a Fi thing… *wink*
These aussie pancakes are the bomb. I had a crepe with ricotta filling and unbelievable rasperry coulis…
The Ultimate
I haven’t braved the “m” word
Just read your post about your family history – mine is similar.
Peace.
WHAT? Miss Dee spilled precious SUGAR?!? No wonder my coffee’s been tasting bitter.
I miss you, D!
;-) ; a fantastic evening indeed.
I fear for the sanity of the poor waitstagff who needed to clean up your horrendous spillage of sugar! ;-)
Miss Lisa would like it to be known that her shoe and hardware fetish are SEPARATE items … though if Bunnings has a sale on gumboots ……