Thinking about London reminded me that I haven't heard anything from the hospital, my referral had been sent off about six weeks ago and Moorfields are usually quite quick with appointment dates, even if its a while until your appointment, they usually send it out quite quick, so, I turn the telly off and go rummaging around for the phone number for my Dr's secretary, after phoning four different numbers I find I am talking to a lady called June, who taps in my details on her computer which brings up all my details, and bet you cant guess what?.....You got it, no referral has been received! But I bloody checked with my GP that it had been sent....June tells me to call GP surgery and tell them to fax through the letter...Thankyou June, who was polite, friendly and helpful, she will ring me back as soon as she receives the fax.....I call GP surgery who assure me the referral HAS been sent, welllll, they haven't bloody got it so please fax it through on this number for the attention of June, Thankyou!....Then I wait, after half an hour June calls back, I am thinking she will give me a appointment over the phone....ohhhh no, June is sorry, but the GP surgery have referred you to the wrong hospital, this letter is for Bedford! FOR EFFS SAKE!!! Ring the GP back again and ask them to re address the letter to Moorfields London.....this time the lady on the end of the phone at my GP surgery isn't so helpful...we refer all our patients to Bedford hospital, yes dear that lovely, but I am not under Bedford bloody hospital I am under Moorfields! I must add that there is a Moorfields clinic at Bedford hospital, but when I asked Dr Andrews at London Moorfields if I could attend that clinic instead of going into London as it nearer to my home, he just said NO and walked away, then came back five minutes later moaning about not taking risks and I was to remain under his clinic so he could keep an eye on me (excuse the pun). Anyway, the moody lady on the other end of the phone assured me that she would get the letter re addressed and faxed straight over...still haven't heard anything! If it wasn't for the fact that I would be wasting nurses and consultants time, and depriving real A&E patients of being seen a bit quicker, I would have jumped on the train and parked myself at Moorfields A&E until I was seen. So, as by then I was in a bit of a mood myself, I thought I would ring the council, they are always up for a good fight. some months ago, the council retiled the roofs of some of the bungalows near my house, they did it when we had all that really awful weather with heavy rain and very high winds, during one of these storms some of the plastic from the roof blew off and entangled itself in my neighbours tree, she is probably in her 60's, lives alone and has something wrong with her knees, she has had many operations to help her walk, anyway, all I can hear is this bloody plastic blowing around, the tree isn't climbable and the plastic is too high to reach safely. At night it keeps me awake, and it disorientates me as its a unfamiliar sound, equally its bloody annoying. I am so silly though because the lady at the council, was like....what you taking about woman? That ant no problem of ours, you gotta sort it out wiv you neighbour!! Betcha bottom dollar if I went out with a chainsaw and started chopping down trees at the edge of the road the buggers would soon see it as their problem. Ah well, we live and we learn, so if I don't post again for a while its because I am stuck up the tree, so send help please x
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