My request to see my medical notes has sparked all-out panic at the GP surgery.
‘What do you mean?’ said the receptionist who answered the phone when I called to ask. She sounded even more furious than the time I rang to ask if I could possibly have an appointment to see the doctor. On that occasion, she affected her best Lady Bracknell impression, ‘The doctor? You want to see the doctor?’
‘Well, yes if it isn’t too much trouble,’ I spluttered, as she audibly bashed her keyboard in ill-disguised rage at my impertinence.
On this occasion, she was horribly icy. ‘I mean,’ I stammered, ‘I want to see my medical notes, as the law entitles me.’
‘The law?’ she said. A haaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaand-bag!
‘Yes, I understand, reading the legislation, that I am entitled to view my notes.’
‘They’re not your notes. They’re OUR property!’
‘Really? Well, in any case, I’m entitled to…’
‘WHY?’
‘Why what?’
‘Why do you want to see them?’
Oh dear, she’s going to have me struck off the patient list for being a subversive.
Melissa Kite
My request to see my medical notes has sparked all-out panic at my GP surgery
Me exercising my legal rights made it want to lock its doors and hammer large pieces of crooked wood over its windows
issue 28 February 2015
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