I have got tingling in my foot.
Well, it’s nothing, you can get that sometimes.
But this won’t go away, so last night I called the health care service to check. It’s a Northern thing, I guess, but I feel a little guilty when I consult a doctor, unless I have a hole in my stomach, big enough to “throw my hat in”. Well, the nurse I spoke with heard my hesitation and, after I described my ailment, ordered me into the ER.
– Taxi right away!, she roared and made me blushingly promise to immediately hire one of these eminent road knights. The guy who drove me didn’t take my Maestro card but let me get away with 40 bucks lighter when the cash wasn’t enough. He gave me his number and said we can take it next time. Honor to such. And now I have a direct number to a good mini taxi guy.
In the emergency room, I had to wait from midnight for almost five hours before I could see a doctor, even though the nurse told me that it was a quiet evening, that the cold weather probably contributed to people staying at home. A bit strange I might think it is; Don’t people get acutely ill as easily when it’s cold outside, or is it because the majority of emergency cases are the losers of drunken brawls and assault cases out in town, and that people don’t go out as much when it’s cold?
Or are there more people like me, who would rather die than go out into the cold? Literally.
Well, I’m not complaining. I’m rather grateful that I didn’t come on a busy evening, because then I would have had to wait a week.
But the staff at the emergency room is fantastic. They are patient, listening, empathetic and mostly very nice. It’s almost funny to be in hospital, thanks to them. Although if you are really sick, you may not really perceive it that way, after five hours of waiting. But I wish that all County Council politicians had to work on the floor, as a nurse – with a nurse’s salary, at least every three years, in order to be allowed to hold their position of trust. Then I could trust them.
I have now learned not to play with tingling. At least not if it’s in the feet. At the emergency room, they took at least seven test tubes with blood, blood pressure and blood pressure, temperature and oxygen uptake. Then they sent me for a brain X-ray but they didn’t find anything there either. Completely empty. Then I got a game drive with a safari guide from the warden, from the emergency room to the neurologist. There they drained me of three more test tubes of blood. Of course they had to make new holes in my body for each test tube.
The whole kit, in other words. and sent me to brain-wash, or something, and checked my skull
They found nothing. But I have seen three different doctors, one of whom is a neurologist. I have been driven from one test to another, had an exercise with a physiotherapist and had to meet an occupational therapist. Talk about getting value for money.
By the way, the latter wanted to make sure that I would quickly return to working life, or something. Presumably it is something that the rightwing government introduced; To be sure that no poor person ends up in “external confinement”, they must be rehabilitated already in the emergency room. I call that efficiency.
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That was all I wrote that time, a long time ago. I don’t remember how it all went, but I survived and the tingling in my foot is gone.
