I was supposed to phone the surgery at 08:00 yesterday (Wednesday) morning to grab an appointment to see the doctor. Sadly, after a disturbed night, I didn’t wake until 09:30. And then, after a Wheatabix breakfast, I came over all tired again and went back for more sleep. Come 11:30, when I woke, I was fully charged once more. It was too late for an appointment by then so it’ll all have to wait over until tomorrow, when I’m entitled to phone in for a “non-urgent” appointment some day next week. They run a very strange appointment system and I’m still struggling to learn it. No problem with the urgent stuff–phone or call and you’re in within four hours, usually a great deal less. Attempt to get a routine appointment for follow-up activity, though, and they seem to uncover a whole new set of ‘rules’ each time you try.
Sometimes, almost, I half expect the lady on reception to say: “Don’t you know there’s a war on?”
Hey ho.
So I spent the day lazing about, fetching tea for the tiling man, and generally matching activity (none) with inclination (none). I need to pull myself together, I know that. Graham knows it, too, but has better sense (and manners) to say so. I shall sort it all out my own way, in my own good time.
So there.
