We've been having real trouble getting appointments with our GP for medicals for the adoption. The forms have been with our practice since July and we have been kicking up a fuss since the end of November to try to get to actually see a doctor.
Apparently the practice only have a certain number of slots available for these types of medical (also for insurance, that kind of thing) and they are very hit and miss. I can understand why people who are sick have to take priority over people who just want a check-up. However, if we'd opted for fertility treatment to have a family we'd have taken up far more time than the half hour or hour a medical will take; and Social Services pay the practice for these medicals, so it's not as if we are asking for a favour.
We got to the stage where our social worker (still haven't told her we've named a chicken after her, the opportunity has somehow never come up) phoned up and spoke to the Practice Manager in early December. The Practice Manager phoned me a couple of days afterwards and assured me that we would be given an appointment within a couple of days.
We waited and waited for them to call us. In mid-December, I phoned and emailed the guy who sorts the appointments out, who assured me that we were at the top of the list.
Still no joy.
As part of our escalation plan, I eventually emailed our lovely GP just after New Year asking if he could do anything to help us get appointments. This afternoon at 4pm, the guy who makes the medicals appointments phoned up and offered us an appointment for one of us tomorrow at 8.30AM.
So not short notice at all, really.
Luckily we are able to stay an extra night with Kate and Vic and then go home tomorrow, change pants and socks, feed chickens and then go to Somerset.
We have drawn straws, and I am having the appointment.
Actually, I lie. This isn't because we've drawn straws at all.
It's because the Social Services have said that they will not take our assessment procedure any further until our medicals are back. By which, they actually mean MY medical - because of the whole depression thingy. Initially Lovely GP wrote a letter in support of our adoption application - they wouldn't start the process unless he was behind us. So really I want to have an appointment with him.
However, tomorrow's appointment is with another doctor. Who was equally nice on the two occasions I have met him.
Occasion One was the Saturday nearly three years ago that he prescribed me anti-depressants when B had taken me in for an emergency appointment because I couldn't stop crying and wouldn't go downstairs because of the imaginary people in the living room. Occasion Two was the day last year that I went for my smear and they called him in to see whether the pelvic pains I was experiencing warrented further investigation.
It is very difficult to convince someone that you are no longer mad when he has a couple of fingers shoved inside your cervix.
So, although it will be great to get it out of the way - for me it is the Last Great Hurdle of the assessment procedure before our Panel - I am pretty nervous. Terrified would probably be a better word.
Send me good vibes. Please.
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