Working from home today, I went to get an overdue blood test. If I didn’t, I knew my doctor would withold my aziathioprine prescription – that’s carrot and stick motivation at it’s finest. Still the inconvenience of it irks me every time. It was made even more inconvenient by the ‘Sahara pollution’ London was encased in.
Strenuous exercise was strongly warned against in the capital which ruled the quickest form of transport to Whittington hospital out for me – cycling. Although only about 4 miles away – the buses to the hospital are irregular and they seem to take the longest possible route. Thankfully when I got there the queue was the shortest I’ve seen it with only three people. In fact the whole thing took five minutes – the journey from door to door and back again took just under two hours.
The fact that I have to go there when there are medical facilities much closer to home that offer blood tests is frustrating. It also means that I am not able to get them done as regularly as I probably should – what with, you know, working for a living.
While I understand that health must come before everything else, it often feels like there is a lack of appreciation of how difficult finding time during the working week to visit hospitals, doctors, consultants etc is for someone who doesn’t work nearby (ie most people in London). The blood test centre is only open 9.30am-4pm Monday to Friday which rules out a quick appointment before work or an early finish to nip in before it closes.
Anyway, that’s my moan over. It’s done now for another four to six weeks. On the plus side I know my doctor well enough now that if there is an issue she’ll give me a call the next working day to check how I’m feeling and book me in for an appointment. That makes a massive difference as I know if I don’t get a call I’m doing fine. One less piece of myasthenia admin to worry about.