13.19 Dying for lunch
In High Wycombe, Dr Kristina King is fast coming to the conclusion that GPs cannot exist on biscuits alone
My morning plans for clearing path links between 10am and 10.30am went down the tube at 10.10am. I had to sort out a letter of support for someone, run some telemonitoring records and letters to be processed through to the office, ring a patient to check what dose of medication someone was on and then ring a hospital, speak to someone about an admin issue and that was 10.30am on my doorstep. There is no such thing as a two and a half minute job, as they say.
A new patient took a bit longer than expected to see, then I had to advise the nurse practitioner, speak to our finance manager, ring the palliative care team, chat to the handyman, arrange for a temporary resident to be re-registered and for a local unit to be chased for an urgent discharge letter.
The morning’s triage and work are now completed though, except for a couple of referrals I need to do next. I like the pace of work but biscuits alone are not enough to live on and now I must sprint to the newsagent for a hot dog and back.