Thanks to everyone who sent good wishes after my last “cancer scan” column, which described the year-long process of waiting for a precautionary test. I think that all is well with me, although it is hard to be sure: as I write, the scan still hasn’t happened.
This time the fault was with the paperwork. I showed up, having carefully followed the preparatory instructions I’d been sent, only to be told rather sniffily that I’d followed the wrong ones. “I’ve followed the instructions you sent!” “I didn’t send them.” “Well, I certainly didn’t send them.” Back to square one.
Under the circumstances, I hope you’ll forgive me if I have become strangely obsessed with NHS management.
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