Today I had my injections. 22 of them. They were painful, very painful but they were necessary.
The consultant gave me a letter to take to the doctor to give me some lidocaine patches for my injection sites and hands. I phoned ahead to the doctors to tell them I needed to see a doctor and was told that it was not an issue. When I got back to Bute I got a taxi up to the surgery. A different receptionist was there. The conversation was pretty much as follows:
Me: I have a letter from the hospital, can you get a doctor to take a look and print me a prescription?
Receptionist: No, the doctors are in surgery.
Me: I am happy to wait.
R: They are fully booked today
Me: It will only take a few seconds. I have phoned up and told it is fine
R: Well I am telling you it is impossible.
Me: I have just had injections and the prescription is for patches to go over the injection sites. It is important.
R: Well it does not look important to me.
Me: Well with due respect you are not a doctor.
R: No but I am not putting you through to see one.
Me: I am hurting like mad, my legs are bleeding, really I should be at home. I am only here because the consultant told me to come and see you.
R: Then the consultant should have written you a prescription.
Me: They cannot do that for an outpatient. It is to stop you getting medication there and more at the GP's surgery. You should know that working in a surgery.
R: I am not going to trouble the doctor. This needs to be scanned in and then looked at by [doctor x]
Me: So you are going to send me home in pain?
R: Well looking at you I am sure you will get by.
I go outside to calm down then go back into the surgery and ask them to phone me a taxi because my phone has died.
R: I would love to but we are not allowed to. I suggest walking. Exercise is good for you.
I have to walk about 1/3 mile into town... This feels like a marathon. Thankfully a neighbour spots me just as I get there and gives me a lift home.
Second part of why I am so infuriated is this: When I get the ferry there are two lifts at the Rothesay side and One at the Wemyss (Pronounced Weems) Bay side. I go to board the ferry and both the lifts are out of order. Now one of them has been out of order for over a year. They are the councils responsibility. Now the council think nothing of fining businesses that do not comply with the law on disabled access (The Equality Act 2010) yet show no signs of complying with it themselves. Anyway I make it up the ramp to get over... Coming back was the issue
When I was coming home the lift is still out of order so I have no choice but to ask if I can go down to ground level on the ships lift and disembark from the car deck. Apparently that is not possible because of "health and safety". This despite the fact I didn't intend getting off with the traffic... I was perfectly content to wait for them to leave first. The final straw came when I was sarcastically asked I would like them to summon a wheelchair for me. I am furious.
All in all not a good day to be disabled.