Never forget to be
thankful
It crossed my mind
that for the many acts of generosity I have recently experienced, I have not properly
acknowledged and paid gratitude. A few weeks before, having acknowledged my
hospital and shortly after my original consultant in Amsterdam and my current
consultant in Manchester on Twitter, they both sent their greetings.
In our exchanges, I
promised to visit my old consultant in Amsterdam after this Coronavirus pandemic
was over to thank him for the decade after we first met. My consultant here then
informed me that I would not be meeting her, this time, but the consultation
would be done over the phone in early April, a few weeks ahead of the scheduled
appointment.
I am grateful for
their professional care, the confidence they all have exuded in attending to
the critical and general issues to do with my health, I feel I have always been
well cared for.
Calling me on the
phone
When the call came in
early April, we went over results of the consultation in October, checking what
might have changed in health and life, both would be registered as considerably
improved. Beyond that, they arranged for me to visit the hospital for a phlebotomy
and at the same time pick up my prescription. Much consideration had been given
to ensure we have a separate area from the common blood room for the blood
tests.
On my visit, there
were a few administrative issues which would have required going to the common
blood room, but the nursing staff ensured that would not be the case, they
worked to ensure the arrangement they had made with us was kept, without my
insisting on it. They recognised they some might be anxious about being in
crowded places in a hospital.
Gifts and swifts
The nurses were interested
in my FFP2 respirator mask and asked where I got it from. I noticed I had a
more sophisticated mask than what they were wearing. They had plain surgical
masks that would offer no little protection from the Coronavirus. Whilst I was
waiting to be attended to, I was the only one in the waiting room and I was
offered a cup of tea.
A nurse on finding
out how much I had paid for my respirator, was aghast, that we went away and
brought me a couple of surgical masks that I could have as spares if needed.
Quite helpful and generous they were in time, care, concern and service.
Picking up my 6-month
prescription, the paperwork shows the order was put in on the second, filled in
and packaged on the sixth even though I was not expected to pick it up until
the fourteenth. The pharmacist had my bag of medicine in my hands within two
minutes.
Despite the few
difficulties during the day, in all, I have much to be grateful for, the NHS,
the people who staff it, the consideration and care by everyone I met. I had to
make a note of thanks and gratitude for it all.
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