Yesterday I had to have an x-ray taken of my wrist. All did not go quite as I had anticipated.
On arriving the radiographer – a pleasant young man – but whose English was not as good as it might be, said:
“Are you happy for your x-ray to go to Australia?”
Me – rather surprised at this request
“If Australia feels they might benefit from a view of my wrist then I feel it would be churlish of me to refuse! I am surprised – but if that‘s what they want then go ahead!”
Radiographer – now very confused
“They will analyse it for us”
Me – “So the NHS can’t find anyone here to do the work? Well never mind. Can I go over with it to ensure it‘s safe arrival? I must be sure they look at it the right way up”
Radiographer – not amused
“We send them electronically. The result will be back on Friday”
Finally the deed was done, all the bureaucracy completed, lots of signatures and I pottered off home.
Mark you I feel I missed a trick. I think I should have insisted on being sent to Australia so a more comprehensive analysis of my possible injury could be investigated in full!
Odd though – you’d have thought the UK had people who could analyse x-rays!