We had an appointment for Sean with the specialist at 16h30 this Wednesday afternoon.
After arriving at 16h10, I filled in the forms (again). And then we waited an hour an a half until 17h45.
Sean presented a synopsis of his knee problem to the specialist. He asked for the X-rays, but they were supposed to be sent up from the trauma unit and had not arrived.
Then on to the bed for an examination. On Saturday, the doctor in the trauma unit had immobilised his knee, first with dressings and bandages and then a knee brace. He had been instructed to stay on the crutches and not to put any weight on the leg. Result – one very stiff knee when the brace came off!
“I’m sorry but I can’t look at the knee like this. I need you to bend it at least 90 if not 120 degrees!” said the specialist. “You’ll have to come back next Wednesday. In the meantime, please see the physiotherapist.”
All of this took ten minutes.
So, before leaving, we made another appointment with the receptionist.
“This one will cost you R400,” she said, “please pay now!”
“Aaaahhh,” I shouted, “I think I’ve been screwed!” In my next life I want to come back as a doctor.