Sunday, 16 November 2008

218/365

I'm heartbroken. Magnus and I had bought tickets to see the bestest live act band in the whole world, The Black Keys, tonight at the Queen's Hall. But a trip to the Royal Infirmary for an emergency appointment this afternoon confirmed that I have a chest infection, and therefor should not be listening to awesome toe-tapping gritty blues-tinged rock'n'roll and drinking beer from a bar full of delicious microbrewery beers. Instead, I sit here a mere mucous-filled shadow of my former self, watching Scrubs reruns and feeling sorry for myself while Magnus has gone alone to the gig. To add insult to injury, none of our friends were available to go along this evening, so Magnus had to sell my ticket for less than face value outside the venue. Boo!

PS - Have I said recently how much I freaking LOVE the NHS?! I probably have, but I'm going to say it again. Time and time again, I am impressed by the treatment I have received from this wonderful service. I called NHS 24 this afternoon at 1:30, the nurse on the phone decided that I should be seen by an out-of-hours doctor, so she made me an appointment for 2:40 at the Royal Infirmary. She even offered to arrange transport to the hospital for me! Instead, we decided to take a taxi to the hospital, I was seen immediately, and we were home half an hour later. No forms to fill in, no insurance to deal with. I love me my socialized medicine!!

4 comments:

UK Christine =^..^= said...

Ditto to the NHS! :) I hope you feel better soon...

Elynor said...

Ditto to the feel better soon! :) I'm slowly getting over a nasty cough myself - you have my complete sympathy.

Kate said...

Thanks, guys... I managed to do some productive online research tonight, so all was not lost. A day off work tomorrow should see me right, I think!

Helen said...

Were you watching Scrubs for the laughs, or because you were hoping for some medical advice?? LOL! I hope you feel better soon!