Over the years, I’ve come to realise that I’m not the best with a diary. I’ve historically had particular challenges with Birthdays (to be honest I’m hopeless), but I’m now finding it increasingly difficult to coordinate my day to day activities.
I guess it doesn’t help that I now have four different diaries to manage (technology has only taken me so far!), and that’s before I even consider my very busy social diary! I have had plenty of practice over the years and I’ve rarely forgotten things, but perhaps I’ve reached the point that I need to invest some additional time to get myself organised.
I completely missed an appointment to catch up with an old colleague recently. It wasn’t a huge deal, but it slipped my mind until I received a slightly shirty email, too late for me to be able to do anything about it. I was extremely embarrassed. Must do better!
Anyway, this morning I sat outside the Doctor’s Surgery for 30 mins in the belief that I had an early morning appointment. When I booked it I was given a handy little card containing the details of my appointment, but heaven only knows what happened to that!
From memory, my appointment was 7.45, but the surgery doesn’t open until 8.00 (except for Fridays, so there was an outside chance that I had missed it altogether!).
Eventually the Surgery started to wake up, lights spluttering to life. A slightly harassed looking Receptionist unlocked the doors to allow an unruly crowd that had gathered at the front door to gain entrance (actually it was just me and an elderly lady, but it was a bit chilly!).
Fortunately I did have an appointment, primarily to check how my drugs are working, but I also wanted to run the Euro City Cycle past the Doc too – I need to complete a Medical Form and get “Authorisation” from a Doctor.
The good news was that I continue to successfully stroll down the path of recovery. My blood pressure is fine. Everything appears to be progressing well. I’m now onto a “steady” regime of medication. I will need bloods checked to make sure my kidneys, etc. are still functioning OK, but it’s all good!
The bad news was that the Doctor, not unreasonably in retrospect, is not in a position to guarantee my fitness (Mental or Physical) to participate in the Charity Cycle. I was a bit disappointed during the initial discussion, but having thought about it it makes sense. I wouldn’t be willing to bet my Professional Reputation / Medical Practice on someone else’s actions either, particularly someone else like me!
Of course, it’s all down to insurance and lawsuits. The key is obviously the wording on the Medical Form itself. Hopefully the insurers will be sympathetic. Given the number of Heart Patients that participate in these events (it is organised by The BHF after all!), I’m hoping the Medical Form is appropriately worded so it doesn’t become a real issue. Fingers crossed!
Just another little challenge that I never thought I’d have to face!