Gosh, it's really odd going to a doctors surgery that is obviously just two houses converted... Going into the waiting room it is a little unnerving, feeling like you're going to be diagnosed by a slightly addled auntie with seven cats.
But, having said that, the receptionist I spoke to today was lovely. You know you sometimes get those receptionists who look at you like you're wasting everybody's time, you aren't really ill? Well, she was the complete opposite - in fact, I'm fairly sure she called me lovely. What a nice way to start the day!
I actually saw the nurse who led me down a little twisty path to her office (in what must have been an extension). She was efficient without being brisk. Her manner was very friendly and I felt at ease.
Also, she gave me a prescription! That might make me sound a little bit like a junkie but I do find that some doctors will tend to dole them out willy-nilly while others keep their forms rather close to their chest. It's almost pot-luck as to whether you actually get one. However, I really felt as though I needed an inhaler, and now I've got one.
She also booked an appointment for me to come in again in two weeks so that was all sorted.
I must remember to ask her how her holiday went the next time I see her. She's going to New Jersey. read more