A bad combination.
I turned up for my CT Scan this morning having diarised it for Wednesday 14th when the appointment was made with the Oncologist. I had had nil by mouth since last night apart from the thick white gunk I’d drunk between 6.30 and 7.30am.
I arrived at Radiology reception to discover the appointment is for tomorrow, not today, so I have to go through it all again. If I’d read the letter from Radiology rather than just relying on the verbal appointment, I’d have got it right. The letter confirms the date for the Scan as Thursday 15th July.
Too bad, so sad, but not mad!