Jackie and I each subscribe to Patient Access, being a site to test the patience of anyone, let alone patients considerably older than the designers of this facility.
The idea is to offer a secure method of ordering regular medication, presumably safe for anyone subject to excitable blood pressure, yet definitely to be avoided by valetudinarians.
Persistent, tenacious, and generally even-tempered am I, yet there is nothing more likely to blow my equanimity than a system presumably created for seniors with limited computer skills which constantly adds new hoops to leap through in order to gain admission. Today I had such a problem managing to “Set up two-factor authentication with a third-party app” from which I was timed out each time I attempted it.
What, may I ask in my ignorance, is one of those?
That was enough to spark my impatience. On this overcast afternoon following last night’s rainfall, we drove to our GP surgery where the very helpful and understanding receptionist, knowing exactly our position which was shared by themselves and so many others, took details of our requests that will provide information to be completed by the pharmacist on a prescription form. In other words we are back to the paper method.
After this, we took a short forest drive to test my eyes.
The theme of the new postbox decoration at Tiptoe escapes me. Perhaps my brain has been overtaxed.
A grazing grey pony was easy to pick out among the moorland gorse flanking Holmsley Passage
which was crossed by an ambling cow further up the hill.
We safely negotiated a pair of horse riders on Bisterne Close, where
the seasonal verge pool now carried buttercups, water buttercups, and budding irises.
This evening’s dinner consisted of further helpings of Jackie’s authentic chicken jalfrezi meal.