Debzz_
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 230
- Location
- Forest of Dean
- Type of diabetes
- Type 2
- Treatment type
- Tablets (oral)
- Dislikes
- Diabetes ha ha
Ahh we must have the same GP and fob off girls on reception.So .... after now being T2 for 6 weeks and needing to book an appointment to see my GP I asked the receptionist why I hadn't heard from the DN . ' Well I think she gets in touch with you if necessary ' was the answer- so I said but my point is I haven't even heard from her let alone anything else . Receptionist then says she will look on the screen .. oh yes, she said your results were ' acceptable ' .. to which replied ( not quite hysterical) but that was the day I was diagnosed so how could the result be acceptable! ... a brief pause ensued ... ' ah yes the nurse has put a request to see you on the 13th ... oh of April ' .... aaargggggg
I know the problem because when you'have mixed systems managed from different firm on different operating systems and software platfom... http://thedailywtf.comShe checked her computer and the appointment was not on it and she admitted that she knew nothing about it. The notice at reception wasn't there the next time I went.
I went to join the Patients Participation Group - well, I was invited to join it but only went to the first meeting. My doctors' surgery is in 'special measures' after a terrible evaluation by CQC and I think they thought a PPG was something they could do at very little cost. Anyway, I was invited because I'm a 'successful' diabetic and diabetes care was something the assessment said they performed badly at - so, keep in mind that they know how I manage my diabetes. I got there exactly on time and no doctors appeared for nearly an hour. Then after an hour of them telling us how difficult it is to manage a surgery and how unfair the CQC assessment was there was a really appalling buffet - warm white wine or cold coffee, curled up white bread sandwiches, stale sausage rolls, ritz crackers with smears of something a bit greyish on them,, etc, and a massive platter of Mr Kipling French Fancies (nothing I could eat). Then it was like one of those awful weddings where the guests stay strictly in their family/friendship groups - there was doctors on one side, nurses on another, administrative staff on another and us poor patients clustered near the door wondering who would be the first to make a run for it. #
Two weeks later I got a letter congratulating participants in a successful first meeting (!) and enclosing the Minutes - which were nothing like what I remembered - and a date for the next meeting.
I never went again.
It is no wonder the surgery is in special measures.
What a coincidence because I also attended a PPG meeting, just the one. I went thinking that the patients could provide feedback and get to know each other but it wasn't like that. A guest speaker went on for a long long time about re-organisation in the NHS. It was completely unintelligible to me and the one question someone asked suggested they were medical staff. I think about half the audience were ex nurses or whatever.I went to join the Patients Participation Group - well, I was invited to join it but only went to the first meeting. My doctors' surgery is in 'special measures' after a terrible evaluation by CQC and I think they thought a PPG was something they could do at very little cost. Anyway, I was invited because I'm a 'successful' diabetic and diabetes care was something the assessment said they performed badly at - so, keep in mind that they know how I manage my diabetes. I got there exactly on time and no doctors appeared for nearly an hour. Then after an hour of them telling us how difficult it is to manage a surgery and how unfair the CQC assessment was there was a really appalling buffet - warm white wine or cold coffee, curled up white bread sandwiches, stale sausage rolls, ritz crackers with smears of something a bit greyish on them,, etc, and a massive platter of Mr Kipling French Fancies (nothing I could eat). Then it was like one of those awful weddings where the guests stay strictly in their family/friendship groups - there was doctors on one side, nurses on another, administrative staff on another and us poor patients clustered near the door wondering who would be the first to make a run for it. #
Two weeks later I got a letter congratulating participants in a successful first meeting (!) and enclosing the Minutes - which were nothing like what I remembered - and a date for the next meeting.
I never went again.
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