It's not like I hadn't mentioned it to whichever doctor or practice nurse I eventually managed to see after three hours on hold; for years before my gall bladder tried to explode and I was told it was too far gone to operate, before they pumped me full of stuff and operated !
It's right there and I'd point at about the right hand side of my stomach !
So three weeks ago I pointed again and got asked for a 'stool sample' by the TWO doctors who examined me, to see if the problem was bacterial and three weeks later after being repeatedly told the result wasn't back yet I started phoning the three laboratories that it might have been sent to only to be told they'd nothing with my name on it !
"I'll mention it to the doctor in four days when she's back", the receptionist said when I phoned yesterday for the fifth time, "and you'll probably have to provide another sample."
"But do you have some sort of record on your computer that my stool sample was collected from your surgery after your receptionist took it from me and placed it in a sample receptacle ?" I asked agitatedly !
"Yes", she said peering at her screen, there it is and yes it was collected and delivered !
"So where IS my stool sample !" I wasn't whimpering as such but I felt quite emotionally attached to it by then !
I dealt with all this frankly embarrassing search for my stool sample as if I wasn't at all humiliated and should have been pleased when I got phoned back in very short order and informed that my stool sample was negative and that I should make an appointment with the doctor to start a new line of enquiry !
But I wonder if they REALLY found my stool sample or did they decide to simply fob me off ?
Anyway, I was trying to tell my son and daughter-in-law about it when my wife and I visited this afternoon and for some reason they all found it very funny, as did my grandsons and we all dissolved into uncontrollable heaps of tears and hysterical laughter at my plight !
Good for the soul really !
