Day twenty five

I am beginning to feel like a hypochondriac! I had my MRI scan yesterday evening; just waiting for the results. I am now just back home from seeing yet another GP who didn't know me, so I had to give him a run-down of the past 14 months.

He has booked me in for a CT scan. This probably means going back to the department of the hospital I was in yesterday. It's not what I call efficiency, but I was sitting waiting for my appointment this morning and I read on my NHS App that it can take, on average, 23 weeks to get an MRI at my local hospital. I got in in 1 week! That's either good, or bad. You only jump the queue in extreme cases. Anyway, the results will tell.

I then asked today's GP for another "Fit Note" as they are calling sick notes these days, and I asked him to give me my title back. Just lately at Beccles Medical Centre they have been calling me "Mr. Martin Keenan". The doctor couldn't do that and said I should see reception. So I did. I told them I felt like I had been defrocked and I knew I had done nothing wrong. So they re-instated my title. I am Rev(ving) again. I also got them to change the date of my adoption from 01/01/1900 to 23/03/1962. I said I knew I wasn't feeling too good, but I didn't think I looked that old. At least they all laughed. And then I went across the road to pick up my latest prescription (which they won't have in until tomorrow afternoon) and they knew my name. I have been so often. I asked again for a Loyalty card - I don't pay because I'm too old to pay for prescriptions - but I must be one of their most frequent, if not regular, customers.

Anyway, that was my day, and now I am waiting once again: results from the MRI scan and a date for a CT scan.