So, K___'s got an appointment with a midwife in a few weeks time. Before she goes, there's a pack she needs to pick up from our GP. Since I had an appointment to see the doctor anyway, it made sense for me to pick it up.
I'd managed to get an 08:30 appointment, the first of the day, I thought it wouldn't be too hard to pick up the pack and get out without being seen. Ha! Silly me! This town is too small for that to happen. I went up to the receptionist and gave my name and said which doctor I was seeing. She checked that off and told me to take a seat, but I thought I might as well do it there and then so, sotto voce said, 'I need to pick up a pregnancy pack for my wife...'
'Lorraine,' bellowed the receptionist to her colleague, 'where are we keeping the pregnancy packs these days..?' Long pause.
'Pregnancy packs?' yells Lorraine.
'Yes, Pregnancy Packs.'
For fuck's sake...
Fortunately, it didn't turn any more farcical than that. The pack was identified and handed over and I went and sat down to await my appointment. I was reading some magazine from 1879 (I know - feel jealous; our GPs have dead modern magazines in their waiting room, eh?) and not really paying attention when the woman opposite began to speak to another patient. Hang on... Isn't that..?
It was my brother's godmother, and very old family friend Angela, but I think I got away with it. I kept waiting for her to catch my eye so I could acknowledge her, but although it nearly happened twice, but she looked away as though she hadn't a clue who I am. As indeed she probably hasn't. I probably had hair last time she saw me. Skin of the teeth, though. Skin of the bloody teeth.
How long 'till we go public..?
I'd managed to get an 08:30 appointment, the first of the day, I thought it wouldn't be too hard to pick up the pack and get out without being seen. Ha! Silly me! This town is too small for that to happen. I went up to the receptionist and gave my name and said which doctor I was seeing. She checked that off and told me to take a seat, but I thought I might as well do it there and then so, sotto voce said, 'I need to pick up a pregnancy pack for my wife...'
'Lorraine,' bellowed the receptionist to her colleague, 'where are we keeping the pregnancy packs these days..?' Long pause.
'Pregnancy packs?' yells Lorraine.
'Yes, Pregnancy Packs.'
For fuck's sake...
Fortunately, it didn't turn any more farcical than that. The pack was identified and handed over and I went and sat down to await my appointment. I was reading some magazine from 1879 (I know - feel jealous; our GPs have dead modern magazines in their waiting room, eh?) and not really paying attention when the woman opposite began to speak to another patient. Hang on... Isn't that..?
It was my brother's godmother, and very old family friend Angela, but I think I got away with it. I kept waiting for her to catch my eye so I could acknowledge her, but although it nearly happened twice, but she looked away as though she hadn't a clue who I am. As indeed she probably hasn't. I probably had hair last time she saw me. Skin of the teeth, though. Skin of the bloody teeth.
How long 'till we go public..?
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