Before consultant appointment 7 July 2020
Well, 7 July has arrived. Phone call from Cancer Centre yesterday to check no Covid symptoms, confirm that visitors are still not allowed in the Centre, and travel by private car or cycle preferred, to avoid public transport. If we hadn't escaped to Devon for a few days, I might just have been cycling fit, but as it is, I haven't worn in my backside enough.
So, car it was, with Christopher settling into his role of chauffeur, in post-lockdown traffic - is this as bad as it ever was, or was it worse? Certainly it was joyous when the roads were almost empty. Silver linings - phone satnav revealed a previously untried, delightfully bijou quarter of North London in England's Lane.
Really will have to get the cycling sorted out for next time...
Yesterday was a bit of an anxious day. Immersed self in Amanda Craig, The Lie of the Land till about 2pm then did shopping, made some phone calls about a nasty dispute at the allotments and then went for some allotment therapy.
Dropped to the north of Euston Road, outside congestion charge area, walked past the nearly-finished new Cancer Centre to the still-pretty-modern old Cancer Centre. Mask up before the entrance, wait at 2m intervals, answer questions about Covid tests and Covid symptoms adequately, sanitise hands and enter. Mask stays on.
Check in at reception - self-service touch screens are not in use - wait on ground floor until name comes up on screen. Check in at reception, first floor Clinic 2. Seats are maybe 1m apart - not enough for me - so I stand at the back and there I see the notice about the floor - Peter Blake! Mask stays on.
The wait is for over an hour which means I crack about half way through when my back starts aching and the number of people has reduced. I haven't seen my consultant, Dr Miller, so suspect I will see someone else. Why does this matter so much? Because she's very empathetic? Very capable? A good luck charm? Mask stays on.
PS - the terrible morning traffic was due to tentacles of vehicle solidity branching out from a flooded North Circular Road.
So, car it was, with Christopher settling into his role of chauffeur, in post-lockdown traffic - is this as bad as it ever was, or was it worse? Certainly it was joyous when the roads were almost empty. Silver linings - phone satnav revealed a previously untried, delightfully bijou quarter of North London in England's Lane.
Really will have to get the cycling sorted out for next time...
Yesterday was a bit of an anxious day. Immersed self in Amanda Craig, The Lie of the Land till about 2pm then did shopping, made some phone calls about a nasty dispute at the allotments and then went for some allotment therapy.
Dropped to the north of Euston Road, outside congestion charge area, walked past the nearly-finished new Cancer Centre to the still-pretty-modern old Cancer Centre. Mask up before the entrance, wait at 2m intervals, answer questions about Covid tests and Covid symptoms adequately, sanitise hands and enter. Mask stays on.
Check in at reception - self-service touch screens are not in use - wait on ground floor until name comes up on screen. Check in at reception, first floor Clinic 2. Seats are maybe 1m apart - not enough for me - so I stand at the back and there I see the notice about the floor - Peter Blake! Mask stays on.
The wait is for over an hour which means I crack about half way through when my back starts aching and the number of people has reduced. I haven't seen my consultant, Dr Miller, so suspect I will see someone else. Why does this matter so much? Because she's very empathetic? Very capable? A good luck charm? Mask stays on.
PS - the terrible morning traffic was due to tentacles of vehicle solidity branching out from a flooded North Circular Road.
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