Clutching my 2 warm samples for the second time, I patiently waited for my slot with the Doctor. 40 minutes later I was still waiting. It was fascinating that I was the only English speaking person in the waiting room, and representatives from most other countries were also waiting there allotted time. There were mobiles going off, kids screaming and one mother changing a pooey nappie on the waiting room seat??? I finally got to see the Doc and had the water tested, only to have my fears confirmed. something was there that should not be (No not Stella!!) Anyway as I type my sample is now under a microscope being analysed as to where the foreign body is coming from?? I have to wait but have renamed the NHS the No Hurry Service....
The Doctor was more indignant that I had dared to test my own water. But when I explained (politely) that I had a Mum die at an early age from a misdiagnosis ,he soon shut up. I am still dragging myself out of the pit of worry and having a quick tootle, but I have to say my heart is not in it at this time. It does not help working with the dead every day and hearing the stories like 'Ooooooh all he did was find something in his wee! and the next moment he had snuffed it' Just what you need. Anyway my sense of humour is still intact so far and hopefully will see me through the wait.
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