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Date: 21 May 2009 08:11:00
I guess that the budget of the Psychology Dept in our local hospital doesn't stretch to a receptionist. There were signs saying to take a seat in the waiting room, but I would have appreciated talking to a real person, even if only to confirm that I was in the right place. And trying to park my car in the full car park, I read a sign telling me that if I had difficulty parking I was to leave the car somewhere safe, with hazard lights flashing, and inform a nurse (where?) of the situation. Fortunately, I'd been to this hospital before, accompanying my children, and so knew that there was another car park round the back.
I don't want to say too much at this stage about the actual consultation. It may have been intended as a screening exercise, or to gather information, or just to enable the service to assert that they'd seen me.
But the real refreshment came as I was leaving, and trying to find a shortcut back to my car. A voice cried, "Are you lost?" to which I replied in the affirmative. I was told that I probably wouldn't get back to the car park by the route I was taking, because the gate was probably locked, but I could try jumping over the wall. I thought that he was joking, but he pointed to a place where I might have a sporting chance. I elected to find another route ...