One day last week, thats the week ending, the 14th January, (just in case) I received a call on my mobile, from the lovely Percy.
Now Percy is not a bloke, Percy is the lovely young lady from the ‘Medical Practice’ that I attend from time to time.
She is the ‘Registered Nurse’ and, without doubt, the best needle ‘jabber inner’, blood ‘taker outer’, that I’ve ever come across, and believe me, I’ve come across plenty. The infamous ‘Vulture Brigade’ as I’m wont to call them.
But with Percy I’ve never so much as felt a needle go in, never had a bruise, (and I bruise easily) and each month, when she gives me the large B 12 injection, that I have to have, since I mis-laid my stomach,somewhere, a couple of years back, I feel nothing except the fluid flowing into my body. Percy is amazing, and I’ve grown very fond of her.
To get back to the phone call, Percy called to remind me, that I had to make an appointment to see the doctor, and have the annual BIG check up; as well as get my B 12 shot; and to be sure that I did; made the appointment, then and there, for Wednesday the 18th, which was yesterday.
I have no idea of the workings of socialized medicine in other countries, but here in Australia, if and when you reach he age of 75 years, the government takes added interest in you. You get the full treatment.
Besides a medical, there are many other checks, obviously to see if you’re losing your marbles. Mental as well as physical!
Physically, I’ve shrunk even more than I thought; where I was once 5’9″; I am now 163 cm which = 5.34776903′ (according to the metric converter I’ve now installed) and weigh-in at 64.84 kg = 142.947731 Pound/s.
Don’t you just love the Internet?
Percy, conducted the bulk of the check and tests, a couple of which I’ll bore you with.
I was shown a drawing, for want of a better word, it was of two pentagons entwined, I was then told to draw what I’d viewed. Which I did. I was then told to write any short sentence; which I did. On looking at the sentence, Percy complimented me on my writing, I still have a clear, legible hand, which is more than can be said for the present generation.
Has anyone ever noticed how the people of today, hold their pens or pencils? My teachers would have given me a right old whack, across the knuckles, if I’d have held mine, like they do today.
She, Percy, said what a funny sentence, and asked me why I’d written what I had. So I told her.
It was the very first sentence, that I’d learned to read, when I started school in 1938. I can still see the little books, that the LCC issued to the schools. The ‘Readers’.
I explained to Percy, the meaning of the sentence; how it was designed to teach children the letter ‘A’and it’s pronunciation. I think Percy was tickled by this, as instead of tossing it in the W.P.B. like she did my drawing of the pentagons, she stuck it on her computer!
Once the full test were finished, the results (again for want of a better word) were printed out and given to me. This report has my full medical history, going back to the first illness, recorded in December 1935, and covers everything that has happened, or inflicted me health wise since.
I have an up to date copy, for when I turn my toes up for the last time, to go with my corpse, to the University of Wollongong; for bottling, me not the report.
Percy asked my permission to place all the information, on the national data base, to which I readily agreed.
For anybody getting this far, and wondering why I’ll try to explain as briefly as possible; which is hard for me, as you may well imagine.
By having my full medical on the database, should I, at anytime, be, shall we say, in sunny Melbourne, and taken sick and unconscious to hospital, the staff there can access my full medical history, which will give them something to work on.
Of course, they can always say, “waste of time” and bung me off to ‘The Gong’.
Ah, the evils of socialized medicine; as I called this post; I wouldn’t want it anyway other way.
The cat sat on the mat!