So the overwhelming protest from the oldies in France about being kept in their houses indefinitely paid off as it was announced last night that it would be discrimination so when new rules come in after 11 May everyone will be treated equally.
Yesterday I had to go to the doctor to get a prescription. I thought he would just leave it for me to pick up but no he had to take my blood pressure etc. My GP is a one man band, he answers the phone, does all the paperwork and so on. Normally when a patient leaves he shakes his or her hand then immediately shakes the hand of the next patient. On top of that bad hygiene there is no sink in his office so all the germs just keep going from one patient to another, via the doctor. Yesterday he was under strict instructions. Only one patient at a time so I had to wait in the car park until the previous patient left and the doctor waved at me from the door to go in. He didn't shake hands, he used sanitizer when we went in his office and he was wearing a masque. He went through the usual stuff, taking blood pressure, which is always normal, and then asked me if my legs swelled up. What? 'Why would my legs swell up?' I asked. 'I don't know, I just wondered.' he replied.
When it came to pay, I put my card in the machine he was holding out and then he asked for my pin number. 'I can't give you that,' I said but he said that he didn't want anyone touching the machine. I said I would pay cash but he didn't want to accept that. Finally we compromised. I took my gloves out of my bag and said I would put my own number in. He looked quite hurt.
Yesterday I had to go to the doctor to get a prescription. I thought he would just leave it for me to pick up but no he had to take my blood pressure etc. My GP is a one man band, he answers the phone, does all the paperwork and so on. Normally when a patient leaves he shakes his or her hand then immediately shakes the hand of the next patient. On top of that bad hygiene there is no sink in his office so all the germs just keep going from one patient to another, via the doctor. Yesterday he was under strict instructions. Only one patient at a time so I had to wait in the car park until the previous patient left and the doctor waved at me from the door to go in. He didn't shake hands, he used sanitizer when we went in his office and he was wearing a masque. He went through the usual stuff, taking blood pressure, which is always normal, and then asked me if my legs swelled up. What? 'Why would my legs swell up?' I asked. 'I don't know, I just wondered.' he replied.
When it came to pay, I put my card in the machine he was holding out and then he asked for my pin number. 'I can't give you that,' I said but he said that he didn't want anyone touching the machine. I said I would pay cash but he didn't want to accept that. Finally we compromised. I took my gloves out of my bag and said I would put my own number in. He looked quite hurt.
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