Waste of time

I awoke this morning full of anticipation/trepidation. Today I was to see my surgeon about my sore knees (two years on). Well, I wasn’t seeing my surgeon, but another man, whom, I assumed, was some sort of higher knee expert. All good. Perhaps he'd found out what was wrong and he'd fix them...

I dropped JR and Archie up the hill to walk home, and then popped to the vet to pick up Archie's regular medication, and to bring forward his 6 month check up.

I took the bus to the hospital. Though it goes a roundabout route, there's no problem with having to park miles away and pay a small fortune.

The waiting room, I remembered from last time, had, for our delectation, a pop radio station on ('Brilliant music, Great banter...' ). I told them I was going to take a chair and sit outside as I didn’t want to listen to it. They thought I was Very Odd. Luckily it was warm outside - I would have to put up with it in the winter. But I had to come inside at the appointed time - they couldn’t go looking for me outside!

Eventually, I was rescued from the blaring radio and led along to the doctor's room. A young man was there and he introduced himself and greeted me with, 'I have no idea why you're here.'

Good start! But yes, it was 'an administrative error'. He was a shoulder surgeon and knew nothing about knees. I have made another appointment with the correct man in a couple of weeks. What a waste of time.

Later, we popped down to Christine's for restorative G&T and nibbles, and as always, they were spectacular (Extra).

Here's Archie examining some of his new food. Looks good. He had carrot treats last night in his bed, and crunched them with just as much enthusiasm as his usual wee bit of chicken.