Upon completing another frantic bout of essential shopping for my little nest of vipers, yup, Wednesday lottery ticket, we chanced to drive home past the surgery of our GP. I’ll start by saying that a few days ago I was in receipt of one of they text thingies from this surgery telling me NOT to just roll-up there but to make an appointment, important only, by phone to ensure a suitably distanced, short wait in the waiting room. Imagine my surprise, as we motored by in the rain and cold wind, to see at least twenty folk forming an orderly queue down the road from the surgery.
Wot that was all about I have no idea; flue jab per chance? Wot happened to their policy of no crowds? Co-co jab? Unlikely, as it was a youngish lookin’ queue but I did wonder why I hadn’t I been contacted as old and vulnerable as I be; where is my God now old man? Could it be the Co-co jab for health workers? Possible I suppose and if so, one assumes they’re exempt from all the ‘rules’ that apply to us as there also wasn’t a muzzle on show.
It’s amazing how quickly it’s turned into a funny old world.
Here’s something I was pointed towards by the good Ripper and if I’m not mistaken, he’s pointed me to it before. Good one:
And here’s something from the left side Toggle bar. Remember, we’ve all got more than we think we’ve got: Remember the quote about being sad because of having no shoes until meeting a man with no feet? For the youngsters of these time; I cried because I didn’t have an iPad ‘till I met a man who didn’t have a smartphone.
Well I picked it up from my old man,
”Son ya gotta be tough when times get bad”.
Bet your ass that I'll survive,
With my shotgun, rifle, and my 45.
Quote; John Redwood.
“I am mightily relieved that my holiday does not come after a long queue with the National Holiday Service, complete with bedroom-sharing like the NHS.”
6 comments:
Mac, sorry for pointing you in the same direction twice, but then that just shows how an old piece of video like that is just as relevant today as it was back then. The situation may be different now but gubmint coercion hasn't gone away.
I can explain about the GP surgery. Ours is a clinic thingy with around 10 doctors and a pharmacy. When I go along to get my supply of smarties there's always a queue outside into the car park. The reason is, only ONE person is allowed into the building (with face nappy of course). Now the last time I visited, although my smartie supply is two monthly, and I have a card with the date on it, the pharmacy hadn't got it. What's more they blamed me, saying I hadn't ordered it 2 days before the date, which is something I've never had to do. I'll leave you to imagine the expletive laden reply on my way out.
But all that goes to show, does it not, just how overwhelmed the service is. Rubber band flicking can be hard work.
Danger! Ear bug. Do not open.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03n2UTa32AA
Rick
Ripper,
I believe I posted about how I do that repeat thing after many months of going to the surgery to request a repeat, going back later to collect the 'script and take it to a pharmacy, I discovered the Practice had an online presence. I log on and there's a list of the meds I'm on and if any have a box next to them that med is due - tick the box, a message pops up telling me when it'll be ready to collect from the pharmacy of my choice. So far so faultless.
More on fun with rubber bands tonight.
Rick,
Man you're treading on dangerous ground spreading stuff like that around - and it's already on a loop in ma heed...
Mac,
Recall how we mentioned the market trader's trick the other night? Well, in the USA at least, here he is:
https://twitter.com/miltimore79/status/1337795212333248512?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw
Ripper,
If only more folk over here had the courage to stand-up for what they believe in, we wouldn't feel so alone just beating our heads on our keyboards.
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