Thread: How was my week? How will my week be, more like.

Jail time, perhaps?

Tomorrow I go for my second bi-annual cancer check-up. The cancer is hopefully cured, or at least under control.

Hey, I just looked at the calendar. In two days, it’s twelve months since my big operation. Where did that year go?

The thing is, the retards at the clinic couldn’t organise two men into a three-pot urinal without having a queue.

All they have to do is read a couple of levels from a blood test (the blood sample having already been taken by my GP), pat me on the head, and say, ‘See you again in 6 months.’

For this, I have to:
1) Pay good money for a toll phone call to the transport provider to book a car for the five hour round trip,
2) Ensure through adjusting my diet today that my bowels are sufficiently quiescent there will be no “accidents” during that trip,
3) Clothe myself in respectable attire
(You’ve all seen this before)


4) Endure the nerve-wracking and STILL flood-damaged two-lane state “highway” for half the total distance there and back - and 100 mph lunatics on most of the rest of the journey,
5) Sit in a clogged waiting room full of public health losers, and
6) Listen to a sing-songy Sri Lankan waffle on with thirty minutes’ worth of meaningless gobbledygook once I finally get in to see her.

So, I have a cunning plan aimed at obviating future dramas of this nature. It is simply to have my GP check these readings from my blood sample. He takes the blood, after all, and sends it off to the lab. All I have to do, while I’m at the clinic, is have Ms Kaluwitharana, or whatever her name is, provide me with the numbers. It’ll be something like <0.05ml/UL.

And I’ll say to her, if the levels ever become unacceptably high, THEN and only then we’ll get in touch with you to find out what we do next.

What’s so hard about that?

But I’m betting it won’t happen without a fight. She’ll say there’s no provision in their system for having a remote GP act as proxy. There won’t be a square she can tick, in other words. She’ll say it can’t be done. I’ll say, think outside the square. Figure out a way it can be done. And she’ll say, this is Queensland Health you’re dealing with. We have procedures.

And right about then is when things might get ugly.



She’ll call Security. They’ll sit on me until the cops arrive. They’ll haul me off to the Watch House. (Dunno about my driver. He’s going to be in for a long wait.)

And you good people might have to stagger along without ol’ OX for a time.

The Eastwood pic captures you perfectly, Ox. The first pic you posted...well...I wish I could go scrub my brain with clorox now. *shivers*

Good luck! Fight the man!

Take something to read in the waiting room that demonstrates you have a mental capacity over the age of ten and a basic understanding of science. It quite often puts you on the right foot with doctors before you start, they like to stick to the procedures partly because so much of the time they are dealing with the stupid and/or ignorant. And I know it won't alter anything, but good luck.

Originally Posted by Olly Buckle

Take something to read in the waiting room that demonstrates you have a mental capacity over the age of ten and a basic understanding of science. It quite often puts you on the right foot with doctors before you start, they like to stick to the procedures partly because so much of the time they are dealing with the stupid and/or ignorant. And I know it won't alter anything, but good luck.

Oh. My. Gawd.

Last time I visited my surgeon, I took a library book with me. As I was leaving his room, he picked it up to see what I was reading. It was "Revenge of the Rubber Ducks." I s'pose the plus was that he didn't notice it when I walked in.

Thanks for the support.

Originally Posted by Foxee

The Eastwood pic captures you perfectly, Ox. The first pic you posted...well...I wish I could go scrub my brain with clorox now. *shivers*

Good luck! Fight the man!

Foxee ~

The Eastwood shot is from the movie Gran Torino. What HE actually said, about the degree of ugliness, I am not allowed to repeat here.

Thanks for the support.

He said naughty words in that movie. You don't say naughty words, do you, xO?

Good luck.

Jeez. Where did that year go?
Good luck, old man. I hope the news is good and the doctor is open-minded/persuade-able.

The very best of luck, Ox.

Originally Posted by The Backward OX

Foxee ~

The Eastwood shot is from the movie Gran Torino. What HE actually said, about the degree of ugliness, I am not allowed to repeat here.

Thanks for the support.

I know, I loved that movie!

Laughing over the Revenge of the Rubber Ducks.

Congrats again on winning over The Man (or woman as the case may be).