Mustn't grumble
Our GP is a star. He knows what he's doing, doesn't bullshit, doesn't talk down to any of us and, most important of all, isn't afraid to pick up the phone. This is the reason we found out in time that my daughter's swollen neck wasn't just a teenager thing, but Hodgkin's lymphoma. After a year of chemo and transfusions, she went into remission. She still has after-effects, mainly from the chemo, but she was thirteen then and she's twenty seven now. Result!

On another occasion I didn't feel well and went to him. He took my blood pressure and, well, would you have believed that a Bangladeshi could turn white? He certainly did. 210/110, as I remember; I'll keep taking the tablets . .

Then there was the nurse at the old Grimsby General who, when removing a dressing, stabbed me with a scalpel. Takes all sorts, I suppose.
(The Jannie, Sun 14 Mar 2010, 18:19, Reply)