I saw a member of the colorectal surgery team on Saturday. Most appropriately there was over a two hour delay on his clinic. I’ve never had such a painful history taking: “Any family history of diverticular disease?”
“Sister? Brother? Aunt? Grandparents?”
I swear he was just going for the record for how long he could drag the clinic out for. He gave me the well practiced ‘you’re very young’ speech & a weird bus lane analogy before eventually telling me what I knew. I need a flexible sigmoidoscopy.
And now I wait again. For the letter, for the appointment. The wait isn’t being helped by my other health stuff flaring up a lot and whatever this bowel thing is very much letting me know it’s still there.
Why don’t I have a TARDIS?