A few years ago, I missed an appointment because I was in the States and forgot to cancel it. In fact I didn't remember until some months later and then when I remembered, I was unable after several attempts to reach the clinic on the phone. In addition to glaucoma, I also have type 2 diabetes and so this to means that I need to attend the eye clinic regularly. It was through my regular twice yearly appointments with the local diabetic clinic at our doctors' surgery that I was able to be again referred to the eye clinic.
In June upon my return to the UK from my last visit to my mother, I found waiting for me an appointment to the eye clinic for the day of my return. Needless to say, I rescheduled the appointment for another day. Subsequently the day of the new appointment came and went and even though it was written in my diary, which lies open on my desk to my right as I type now -- I missed it -- again!
Embarrassed and ashamed -- and also worried about my vision as I have been having some difficulty focusing lately and my glasses aren't that old -- with trepidation I called the National Health Service number provided and with many apologies on my part, obtained another appointment -- a cancellation, which meant I could be seen before going away to France. Greatly relieved, I again wrote the appointment in big letters in my diary and put it on my cell phone, with an alarm, and vowed with steel determination not to forget. I even noted it down on Sunday, to remind myself to take the phone upstairs with me so I would hear it when the alarm went off. The appointment was for 9.00 a.m.
You all know what happened don't you? At 11.30 a.m. yesterday, my phone alarm went off as I sat here having a 'this and that chat' with The Man. Mildly curious, I looked at it -- in total disbelief and very loud intake of breath! Had I looked at my calendar? Had I taken my phone upstairs with me to hear the alarm go off? With deeper trepidation than ever before I called the NHS number I had and then very sheepishly apologized again and explained that the following day (today) I would be leaving for three months. I said I would call again for another appointment when I got back -- they don't make appointments that far in advance -- but was there by any chance a cancellation for later on that day. And there WAS at 1.30 -- 90 minutes later and I remembered to go and my eyes are fine. So you see, it all worked out in the end. And I must commend the staff for their unfailing patience with me when I called with my saga of apologies.
I also found out that that trouble focusing I've had from time to time, is a result of a sugar count that is too high -- a result of too much dessert temptation while in the U.S.A.! Oh and one more thing -- I love the National Health Service ... AND, I am abashedly a DIMWIT!!!
|It was later in the day, but I did manage to make my blueberry muffins in time for tea!|