I remember so well the days when doctors used to visit patients, in their homes, without having to subject yourself to a long discussion with the receptionist as to why you need a visit.
I do really appreciate our doctors here in Chandlers Ford. There has never been a time when I haven’t been able to get an appointment, and the one time I could not get to the surgery they came to me, graciously. At the time I was very incapaciated due to a leg injury.
My blog today is about the changes from the sixties to now. Mum and dad used to virtually spring clean the house if a visit from a doctor was expected. I’m sure that is unlikely in today’s times.
I had an appointment for this morning or so I thought. Horror of horrors it was yesterday. I’m one of those people who didn’t turn up for their appointment.Slapped wrist. I’m so sorry.
Made an extra effort this morning as well. I’m always clean and hair washed, but thought particularly about the clothes I was wearing for ease of examination, and I didn’t want to be appear in my scruffy dog clothes, more because I didn’t want to be judged by the others sat waiting to be called.
I had even asked my daughter to come and sit with Trudy because she’s a crier when I’m not with her. She still cried. Next thing is to put her in the car and leave her in it guarding it. At least it gives her something to think about.