As mentioned in an earlier blog post on here, I have transferred doctor's surgeries from Ashfield Medical Centre to Central Milton Keynes Medical Centre. My first doctor's appointment lead to me having to have blood taken for a blood test, to check my various functions and in particular my cholesterol levels. So the appointment for the blood to be taken was today, at 9.50. I was concerned that I would be late and, knowing the level of traffic in Milton Keynes and the aggression of some drivers, I left at 8.40, giving me plenty of time to gently drive along Witan Gate and directly into Bradwell Common, location of the surgery. There are several sets of traffic lights along Witan Gate and each set seems to take a long time to change. Why is this? There isn't a need for them to take so long, the flow of traffic is relatively light, so why does it take this length of time? When I eventually got inside the surgery, I thought to myself 'I'm far too early! I'll have to sit and wait for over half an hour! How boring!' But to me, in some ways, these opportunities aren't in the least bit boring, because they're an ideal opportunity to observe people, which can lead to story and character ideas.
So, I signed in on the computer screen (it seems most surgeries have these self-service screens) and then sat and waited. It was at this point that I needed a toilet. I was dying for a pee (I'll be honest. Well, we all have to, so there!) I scanned around the reception area and the waiting area and the old toilet I could see was thorugh a door which required a Radar key, which are usually held by those with some sort of disability. We got some for Carol's use, and one used to be on my key-ring, but I took it off because it was too large and got caught in things, and the chance of me needing one was unlikely- until now. I then saw a door a little further into the building and headed for it, only to find a notice attached to the door saying, 'Out of order. If you need a toilet, ask for the Radar key and use the disabled toilet.' (Incidentally, I have no idea why it's called a Radar key, although it is probably going to have some sort of meaning based on disability.) So, I didn't feel inclined to go to the receptionist and ask for he aforementioned key. Who wants to be seen or heard to do so and then be seen opening the door to the disabled toilet? Well, it's not exactly discreet and private.
I was surprised when my name came up on the digital display. It was 8.55 and I wasn't scheduled to have my appointment until 9.20, but I wasn't complaining. It seems getting to the surgery early was worthwhile. I had to explain to the nurse that I would need to lie down to give blood, which wasn't unreasonable. Which is what I did and she managed to extract the required amount without too much trouble. I was told it was to be a fasting blood test, meaning I wasn't supposed to eat for 12 hours before hand which was exactly what I had done. I still don't know why you mustn't eat for this particular blood test. I was told that the results of the test would be ready by Monday afternoon and if I went on-line I could see the results and if necessary, I would have to have another doctor's appointment. I am most concerned about my cholesterol levels, which have been low (around 5, whatever that number indicates, I have no idea.) As I have been eating plenty of fruit and veg recently there should be no problem, or at least I hope not. Measured in Mol or something, but not entirely sure what that means, per Mg or something.
I was still in need of a toilet. I thought that I could wait until I got home. It wasn't far. I had wanted to shop in Aldi, which was directly opposite the doctor's surgery, but I knew there was no toilet inside the store. So I aimed to go to Sainsbury's and avail myself of the conveniences there. I could also do a small shop, for something for lunch and Alfie's mixer was running low. Which is exactly what I did, but the traffic lights along Witan Gate were being particularly aggravating and preventing me from reaching the necessary facilities within Sainsbury's, around three sets of lights away. As I've already mentioned, why DO these particular traffic lights take so long to change?
I parked in the underground carpark beneath Sainsbury's. It's relatively easy to park at that hour of the day, fortunately. I grabbed a 'bag-for-life' out of the boot of the car and rushed into the store, availing myself of the plumbing arrangements (don't be to detailed on this aspect of my visit!) and then wandered around the store in search of, first, a bag of mixer for Alfie and then something for lunch, a loaf of bread (entitled 'artisan,' which really means handmade and looks somewhat rustic with a crunchy crust.) and then some paté to spread on it. With few items to pay for, there was no point queuing to use a human-operated checkout, so I plumped for the self-service tills. But some items in my basket would not scan, so assistance was required. I think the thing wouldn't scan because the barcode was printed on shiny paper. I am put off these self-service tills because they rarely work as you would expect, some just refusing to scan correctly and then you get a stroppy voice telling the whole world that you've made some sort of mistake. I wish they'd just turn the voice off.
So, I signed in on the computer screen (it seems most surgeries have these self-service screens) and then sat and waited. It was at this point that I needed a toilet. I was dying for a pee (I'll be honest. Well, we all have to, so there!) I scanned around the reception area and the waiting area and the old toilet I could see was thorugh a door which required a Radar key, which are usually held by those with some sort of disability. We got some for Carol's use, and one used to be on my key-ring, but I took it off because it was too large and got caught in things, and the chance of me needing one was unlikely- until now. I then saw a door a little further into the building and headed for it, only to find a notice attached to the door saying, 'Out of order. If you need a toilet, ask for the Radar key and use the disabled toilet.' (Incidentally, I have no idea why it's called a Radar key, although it is probably going to have some sort of meaning based on disability.) So, I didn't feel inclined to go to the receptionist and ask for he aforementioned key. Who wants to be seen or heard to do so and then be seen opening the door to the disabled toilet? Well, it's not exactly discreet and private.
I was surprised when my name came up on the digital display. It was 8.55 and I wasn't scheduled to have my appointment until 9.20, but I wasn't complaining. It seems getting to the surgery early was worthwhile. I had to explain to the nurse that I would need to lie down to give blood, which wasn't unreasonable. Which is what I did and she managed to extract the required amount without too much trouble. I was told it was to be a fasting blood test, meaning I wasn't supposed to eat for 12 hours before hand which was exactly what I had done. I still don't know why you mustn't eat for this particular blood test. I was told that the results of the test would be ready by Monday afternoon and if I went on-line I could see the results and if necessary, I would have to have another doctor's appointment. I am most concerned about my cholesterol levels, which have been low (around 5, whatever that number indicates, I have no idea.) As I have been eating plenty of fruit and veg recently there should be no problem, or at least I hope not. Measured in Mol or something, but not entirely sure what that means, per Mg or something.
I was still in need of a toilet. I thought that I could wait until I got home. It wasn't far. I had wanted to shop in Aldi, which was directly opposite the doctor's surgery, but I knew there was no toilet inside the store. So I aimed to go to Sainsbury's and avail myself of the conveniences there. I could also do a small shop, for something for lunch and Alfie's mixer was running low. Which is exactly what I did, but the traffic lights along Witan Gate were being particularly aggravating and preventing me from reaching the necessary facilities within Sainsbury's, around three sets of lights away. As I've already mentioned, why DO these particular traffic lights take so long to change?
I parked in the underground carpark beneath Sainsbury's. It's relatively easy to park at that hour of the day, fortunately. I grabbed a 'bag-for-life' out of the boot of the car and rushed into the store, availing myself of the plumbing arrangements (don't be to detailed on this aspect of my visit!) and then wandered around the store in search of, first, a bag of mixer for Alfie and then something for lunch, a loaf of bread (entitled 'artisan,' which really means handmade and looks somewhat rustic with a crunchy crust.) and then some paté to spread on it. With few items to pay for, there was no point queuing to use a human-operated checkout, so I plumped for the self-service tills. But some items in my basket would not scan, so assistance was required. I think the thing wouldn't scan because the barcode was printed on shiny paper. I am put off these self-service tills because they rarely work as you would expect, some just refusing to scan correctly and then you get a stroppy voice telling the whole world that you've made some sort of mistake. I wish they'd just turn the voice off.
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