The words "brewery", "up", "in", "a" and "piss" came to mind yesterday morning. It had been far to early a start what with having to be in the office for 4am for what was eventually a waste of time, so I was already proceeding at quite a pace from "grumpy" to "peeved" and eventually on to "pissed off". The 9:20am appointment with Mr Surgeon Man resulted in a number of admissions, namely:
- I am no longer seeing Mr Specialist Man at the Royal Orthopaedic Hospital, Stanmore - that was a mistake, he is actually at University College London Hospitals centre in Euston (funnily, even closer to where I used to live in London - a mere 3.6 miles!)
- Mr Surgeon Man is leaving the hospital as is to be replaced with a doctor with a pretty horrific reputation as he is returning to work in Gibraltar
Now, I can forgive the mixup with the hospital in the UK, it happens... but point two above needs clarification. This is not just some idle slander, this is documented and well known within the local community. There is a great case study
here where a patient originally treated by this surgeon went through hell for a broken femur and was eventually fixed properly at a specialist centre in the UK. Which one?
Nuffield Orthopaedic Centre in Oxford.
Needless to say, I will be declining treatment by said doctor and have already begun arrangements to continue seeing Mr Surgeon Man privately upon completion of my consultation (and, if required, surgery) at UCLH.
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