The long walk
A while ago I had to have some medical tests, which included testing for some fairly serious conditions. The doctor told me that they'd get in touch if they found anything; if I didn't hear back, it meant that everything was OK.

A couple of weeks later, The Letter plopped onto the mat. As indeed did my last meal, when I read that they wanted me to come in to the surgery. I remember being in a fairly odd state of mind, as I walked along to hear the news, with all it's possibly life-changing (or even curtailing) possibilities.

"Your tests came back, and I just wanted to let you know that everything was clear." Sayeth the doctor.

Bastard.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 3 Jan 2013, 9:04, 1 reply)

A few years ago, on Christmas eve...
The wife received a phone call from the Doctor at about 5pm. She didn't answer it as we were down the pub and couldn't hear it. They left a message saying that she could call them as soon as the surgery reopened in a few days time, as there were some important questions they needed to ask her.
She'd been in a few days before for a medical for her insurance cover at work, so spent the next few days shitting herself while words like 'cancer' floated around.
Turns out they just wanted her to take part in a survey as she was the only one of her ethnic background registered there. Quite why they felt it necessary to ask her last thing on Christmas Eve, and didn't mention the actual survey in the call itself were questions never answered.

Bastards.
(FartThroughAWalkieTalkie wished you were dead in ditch on, Thu 3 Jan 2013, 10:50, closed)