Ahhh. I'm back again. Posting here I figure is better than howling at some poor receptionist.
So, my GPs surgery doesn't let you in unless you have an acceptable reason. No biggie, I mean I don't go to the GP for fun. They have a new camera/doorbell thing. The conversation goes like this:
Receptionist: you must wear a mask
Me: I'm exempt
R: can I see your official exemption card please
Me: there's no such thing
R: oh yes there is. Issued by the government, the lanyard with yellow flowers on.
Me: that's sold by a private, for profit company, and all you have to do to get one is pay
R: I'm sure they check your health
Me: no. My husband bought one for me. He gave them money and an address.
R: I need to see some form of proof.
Me: you are legally not allowed to ask for that.
R: wait please
Ten minutes later
R: I need to see something that shows you have medical conditions
Me: this is the doctors. You have my medical records.
R: we're not allowed to look through your medical records, patient confidentiality
R: but I can print them out for you
Me: and then you can read them
R: no, but I can give them to you
Me: uhhhhh
R: and then you can give them to me and tell me I can read them
We actually ended with her printing a piece of paper, handing it to me, and me handing it back for her to shred (because they don't keep patients private papers). I'm still speechless. At the time I didn't know whether to howl in aggravation or laugh myself silly.
So, my GPs surgery doesn't let you in unless you have an acceptable reason. No biggie, I mean I don't go to the GP for fun. They have a new camera/doorbell thing. The conversation goes like this:
Receptionist: you must wear a mask
Me: I'm exempt
R: can I see your official exemption card please
Me: there's no such thing
R: oh yes there is. Issued by the government, the lanyard with yellow flowers on.
Me: that's sold by a private, for profit company, and all you have to do to get one is pay
R: I'm sure they check your health
Me: no. My husband bought one for me. He gave them money and an address.
R: I need to see some form of proof.
Me: you are legally not allowed to ask for that.
R: wait please
Ten minutes later
R: I need to see something that shows you have medical conditions
Me: this is the doctors. You have my medical records.
R: we're not allowed to look through your medical records, patient confidentiality
R: but I can print them out for you
Me: and then you can read them
R: no, but I can give them to you
Me: uhhhhh
R: and then you can give them to me and tell me I can read them
We actually ended with her printing a piece of paper, handing it to me, and me handing it back for her to shred (because they don't keep patients private papers). I'm still speechless. At the time I didn't know whether to howl in aggravation or laugh myself silly.