A medical comedy

There seems to be enough of general interest in this one to warrant a post.

On Monday evening I broke half a tooth off but surprisingly, am not in pain as yet.  Bad move in the UK not to have pain.

Next morning I phoned and was told my regular private dentist, who said he would always be available in an emergency, was not, so they scrambled to find another.

She refused to extract [which they’re agreed over the phone it needed] unless a written letter from the heart specialist authorized them.

They should, technically, go through my GP and they tried but the GP has now changed the rules and patients can only phone 2 hours a day – at least they’ll answer during those two hours, you can phone all you like.  The substitute dentist says the GP decided it wasn’t their problem, it was the heart specialist’s problem.

The dentist substitute sent an email to the heart specialist requesting advice but nothing has been received as of some minutes ago.

I phoned the heart specialist’s secretary myself and this is her day off.

The substitute dentist also decided to take a day off today, although she was rostered on, but the secretary, who knows me well, is doing what she can – she’s a sweetie but can do nothing until someone in charge, medically, will actually authorize something.

Though I’m not in actual pain, it is affecting the bod and I had nosebleeds most of yesterday, plus there’s the infection issue [salt water].

I went to the supermarket this morning to get soft foods and had a bit of a turn.

What concerned me was that, although I’m expecting chest pains and am at-the-ready with GTN spray and phone, this in the supermarket was not that – it was neck, left arm and ankle, suggesting to me a stroke in the offing.

However, they won’t let you in at A&E without the stroke to actually go with it.  Pre-stroke doesn’t qualify.

My mate has a standing offer to do the job with pliers.

I’ve come back to a reasonable state after food, enough to type this post [6 p.m.’s is already scheduled] and have contacted the dentist again as I can’t reach either the heart place or the GP – the GP automated voice wanted to know my life history when I did get through and I just hung up.

The dentist’s secretary, under orders from the mega-firm which took over the practice about a year ago, making it now a cosmetic place for wimmin, can do nothing until they get that letter from the heart specialist.

Excellent.  This is what Africans are rioting to get over here to enjoy.

Update [16:01]

I’m actually fine right now, food and coffee have stabilised it all, plus Mark Matis’s 528 cubic inch [see previous post] has restored the roarpower and I’m raring to get out on the drag track.

Vroom!

 

4 comments for “A medical comedy

  1. Ubermouth
    July 19, 2018 at 18:21

    Maybe you need to get The Pill.haha
    If you think you are having a stroke,next time go to A&E.Just give them symptoms…and wait.Best place to be should one then occur. Of course in England they’d diagnose you as nerve damage due to your tooth.

  2. The Blocked Dwarf
    July 19, 2018 at 20:30

    “Bad move in the UK not to have pain.”

    Uhm its a bad move in the UK generally to *need* to access any Emergency service, in pain , distress or bleeding out from multiple GSWs.
    As to tooth pain , a few years back I had an abscess which caused my jaw bone to swell to alarming proportions and caused severe pain. Of course the dentists could do nothing until the antibiotics had killed the infection and they were only prepared to prescribe ‘smarties’ for pain relief. So I sat there in my armchair in agony, with no sleep, for the better part of 3 days. On the third evening the pain got even worse and I rang the NHS ‘help’ line to see about some real pain relief (ie something with street value). After talking to/groaning at several ‘trained health professionals’ (ie they worked the meat counter at Tesco until a fortnight ago) they finally put a real ‘doctor’ on the line who told me to hie me to A&E where i would be given something poppy based and perhaps see an emergency dentist.
    At this point the story begins to write itself doesn’t it?

    I sat all night in A&E only to be told, when I finally got to see a doctor in the cold light of dawn, that they had no idea why I had been sent there etc and there would be no pain relief and they haven’t had an Emergency dentist on call for years.

    It was fortunate indeed that about 5 hours into my waiting time, the antibiotics had finally kicked in and the pain had diminished in that way that promises total relief in the morning. Mind you, trying to sleep on those designed-by-prize-winning-Sadist plastic ‘chairs’ triggered my back pain again…but the GP was happy to prescribe me opiates for that the next day.

    Moral of this tale is: if you have severe tooth pain then go see your GP and tell him you have intense pain anywhere other than in your teeth. Then go see the dentist for some antibiotics once you have the pain under control.

  3. Mark Matis
    July 19, 2018 at 21:20

    Might we send some of our blighters who hold the NHS up as a shining example of health services over there to experience the benefits first hand?

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