NHS (Can't)Choose & Book

So it's back to the subject of health, more specifically my health, after a couple of entries posting bad jokes. I got a letter from my surgery with all the details I needed to choose a hospital and book a hospital to see the breast specialist my GP had mentioned. (I posted the saga of my expanding t*t on my blog a couple of entries back) The first downside was an 0845 phone number so I searched for an alternative on the www.saynoto0870.com website without success for my hospital of choice. Next I went through the booking process that was outlined in the letter. Up came a choice of five hospitals with appointment times ranging from 29 or 41 days, for the two furthest away in a different health district, to time unknown for the hospitals I had originally told my doctor to go for. Choosing (once again) the local hospital I have been treated at throughout I then arrived at a screen telling me no appointments were available. Sod this for a game of soldiers I mumbled to myself, I grabbed the telephone and phoned my local hospital. I told the switchboard operator that I had tried the choose & book system and had been referred to a recorded message telling me to phone the hospital directly. Knowing I would never go to heaven for telling little white lies I smiled smugly as she transferred me to the consultant's appointment secretary. Then followed a mini third degree as the secretary tried to book me an appointment, My gamble paid off because she couldn't get access to the system. "We are waiting for more clinics to be scheduled" she eventually told me and took my details because even she couldn't make me an appointment. A day starting with frustration is only going to continue the same way. Meanwhile my t*t remains constantly painful and (to me) getting bigger. Maybe that's imagination because us mere men think everything is bigger when you look down. It can't be too obvious because nobody has pointed out where the nearest branch of Ethel's (Austin) is.