Life after Retirement
This my first post since retiring after fifty years employment, self-employment and then employment again. It has been "interesting" as in the Chinese curse version of that word. On our first day of retirement, and driving out of London to our country retirement idyll, we got only as far as Hammersmith Flyover before the results of my recent PSA blood test resulted in a phone call urging me to see my GP as matter of urgency. For all my whinging about the NHS, what happened thereafter, my patient journey, was a example of text-book excellence.
I registered with a local GP and saw him the following day. My "two-week wait" referral resulted in a urology appointment at my local district hospital (DGH) in seven working days.
What I Thought Would Happen
After watching patients endure the local DGH where I had worked, I warned my wife that I would probably see an SHO or, if I was lucky, a registrar who would decide to ask for a repeat of the PSA, order an ultrasound and make a follow-up appointment a couple of weeks later to review the results.What Did Happen
My 10am appointment was with the consultant. First, the ultrasound machine which was next to his desk. Completed by five past ten. Good news: didn't appear enlarged.Next, the dreaded gloved finger did the necessary. Ten past ten. Mmmm... there's some sort of nodule there so we'd better get a biopsy. Can you come back at three o'clock?
Biopsy completed by half past three.