So.
Having still not received any blood test forms, I complained on Wednesday and asked if there is anything else the surgery can do. Yesterday they confirmed the second form had been sent, but also included one I could print myself. Why did they never offer they at in the first place? As the usual ones include stickers for the phials I never even assumed that was possible to be able to ask.
So today, for the first time since the middle of March, I went outside. In the phlebotomy waiting area they have taped off chairs to ensure distancing, but the chairs are not fixed to the floor. So where they could have moved them to ensure more seating, it just lead to more standing around the entrance-cum-reception-cum-corridor to the consultation rooms. And though most people were wearing masks, plenty were not. So that was not a fun experience.
Now I am sitting in the chair, and the phlebotomist does not know what colour cap to use for a c-petitide test. Which in not unreasonable as it is not a common test, so she looks in the book. It is not in the book. She calls someone to find out it needs to be put on ice, which is a problem because they do not have ice. And therefore they cannot do the test, nor can they do any of the other tests. This includes a long overdue one for a hospital in a different borough, in a different health trust, whose test form cannot be accepted.
For any blood tests in my borough there are only three places anyone can go for blood tests. There is a centre in the south of the borough, which is where I went. It is a five minutes walk from where I live. Very socially distanced to get to, I do not even have to go on a main road. The other two centres are in the north of the borough, at least five miles from me, in central London, on the river Thames. Not social distanced at all, it means 40 minutes on a bus. An Oxford Street-bound bus. A busy bus.
To keep slightly within the topic of this thread, last night I took two Diazepam to load up my system and then three this morning. The prescription says to take up to three times a day, but the information leaflet says the dose for anxiety is 5–30 mg per day, and the tablets are only 2mg. So I assume it is safe to take more, and I am still not feeling any effects from them.
Yet on the walk to the test centre I was breathing quite heavily and I cannot tell if that was the mask (probably not, it is a medical mask and I am not a conspiracy theorist), I had difficulty breathing (I am unfit after over four months indoors, and which was in part due to a chronic lung disease that could be showing), or hyperventilation (I was feeling anxious and it is not an uncommon symptom for me).
So if they do have an effect on my glucose levels it will be interesting to find out, if they do not kill me first.
But as one of the blood tests is a glucose one, I needed to fast for it. So I have only had a little water since last night, which means the choice is either eat or go now. And these test are already long overdue and the world is not going to be any safer tomorrow Monday. In fact, according to a local councillor there has been a rise in the infection rate borough this week. Probably much like everywhere else as the government does whatever it is or is not doing. So now is likely the safest time to go, on a bus for 40 minutes, to a major central London hospital.
On the positive side, with my immunosuppressant prescription have run out because it is waiting on these blood tests, it probably takes away one of the reasons I needed to shield. Now I just have a rare chronic lung disease with co-morbid uncontrolled diabetes. Yay!