10 days since the operation, with my arm in a cast, I returned to the Fracture Clinic for my first follow-up appointment. The statuesque painted blonde nurse admires the neatness of my scar and stitches as she removes the cast. The petite naturelle orthopeadic physiotherapist also compliments the neat scar that’s healing well.
Is that all you can move it?
It hurts quite a lot….
The physiotherapist demonstrated a regime of daily exercises. Our schedule involves weekly physio check-up sessions and an overall progress check in mid October. After explaining this she just stood up and left the room.
I sat there in silence for a while, It was a wierd segue. Was this the end of the session? Was she coming back? Was someone-else coming in? Should I leave now? The statuesque painted blonde nurse wandered in and gave me a ‘sick note’ for my employer – so they can claim my Statutary Sick Pay.
Do I leave now? Will the appointment times be sent to me?
Go to reception, they’ll sort the appointments
The young receptionist was flustered. She couldn’t work out how to book my Physio appointments. I was the 3rd patient this afternoon that had asked them to arrange this type of appointment….
The patient behind me in the line laughed:
I used to work at this hospital, there’s a 2 week waiting list for a physio appointment, you wont get one next week!
The young receptionist looked bewildered, earnestly asking me:
Do YOU work at the hospital?
No. I’m just a patient. The blonde nurse sent me here when I asked if the appointments would be sent to me.
Oh, if you don’t mind waiting I’ll go and ask them
Thankyou, I don’t mind waiting at all
She smiled, her wonderfully humble and respectful way added a little joy to this otherwise dour place.