Last Monday my wife took her prescription to the doctors surgery with a screed written on it explaining why, because we were on a world cruise, she needed an extra month's supply. The receptionist said come back in a week because a doctor had to look at it - (don't they have to look at all of them
That brings us to today...
As it is a lovely sunny day we walked the 2 miles to the surgery (can't catch a bus anyway) and asked if the prescription was ready.
We were told no - and that the receptionist would put an urgent request through to our
The conversation then went like this...
"Who is our doctor?"
"Dr B****"
"Who's he"
"She is your doctor!"
"Oh - should you not have told us about this?"
Silence.....
"Anyway about the prescription, why does it take so long"
"For special prescriptions you should allow 4 working days"
"But this is the FIFTH!"
More silence.
We were then told to ring back after lunch when it would be ready for collection.
3:30 we rang back and were asked why we rang and didn't we realise the doctors were VERY busy. A further note would be left for someone to ring us when it was ready.
As Val runs out of pills tomorrow I only hope the NHS can GET ITS FINGER OUT before her blood pressure (for which the pills are required) goes through the roof!




