A 9:40 am appointment at St Vincent’s hospital to see the Orthopaedic people. The doctor wasn’t happy about me managing to dislocate my arm for a and so he’s referred me to the hospital. Stupidly I thought that a 9:40 am appointment meant an appointment that started at 9:40 am. Turns out that it meant an appointment that started at 9:55 am, but only because the person before me had given up and gone home! Half an hour later I’ve completed part I, which is merely the great filling out of forms, I am then escorted into a large waiting room and told to wait (surprisingly). A casual enquiry of “how long? was met with “we can’t promise anything but you should be seen in an hour or two!!! It didn’t end up being that long, on the other hand it didn’t really accomplish much, I spent half an hour sitting with an Orthopaedic registrar while he asked me lots of questions and poked my shoulder a bit, all exactly the same things that each doctor has done each time I’ve dislocated it. After all that I was sent off for x-rays and told to make an appointment with their real orthopaedic specialist! I finally escaped at noon to go to work!
Two particularly humorous events of the morning, both were in the x-ray waiting room.
- The guy leaning against the wall with his elbow resting on the Switch off all mobile phones sign, chatting away merrily into his mobile phone, and…
- Overheard as the x-ray technician came in to collect me “I need to do a left shoulder mobility set — what on earth is that?”
Holidays
- http://www.lhasa-2-kathmandu.co.uk/: Lhasa to Kathmandu. I’ve read about it before, its getting tempting… especially the 160km downhill run!
