Yesterday we changed our doctor.
We haven't been very lucky with doctors lately. Our old surgery was closed down, just like that, here today and gone tomorrow due to malpractice and so we had to quickly get another one,.
The one we chose was horrible, the decor was like something out of the victorian times and the doctor that we were placed with probably hadn't cracked his face in years.
Oh dear, there's nothing like a straight faced doctor to give me the willies.
We stuck with them for a while but have decided to change to one down the road, much closer.
So, we went down to register.
Previously to this, in the morning Tom had discovered a large bruise on his arm and as he is on blood thinners he rang the helpline for advice.
Usual response, 'We have another patient on the line we will ring you back'.
So when we got to register things were a bit fraught.
After filling in the reams of forms we were told to go to the corner and weigh ourselves and take a BP reading.
Whoops.....My BP was through the roof...
Tom had a letter this morning to say that they needed another reading as his BP was slightly elevated.
I'm just waiting for the van to take me away, because if his was slightly elevated mine is about to explode.
Good news is that we have a BP monitor at home and so we were able to check it when we were more relaxed and both were back to normal.
Still, bet I'll get the letter, just waiting.