The Very Informed Patient

GPs have a label for people like you and me. People who Google things. People who come to the appointment, armed with the information already. They call us the Very Informed Patient or VIP. Personally, I quite like that. It could have been worse. We used to be known as the 'PITAP'. But that was before GPs were under pressure to tick boxes for numbers of patients seen, weight checked, cholesterol checked, blood pressure controlled and stop smoking!

Now consultations are less about what is worrying you, the patient (because you already know what it is and how to treat it), and is more about the GP being able to score points (and points equals money) by asking a few simple questions.

Four months ago, I fell over/down a farm stile. It was neither elegant nor pretty and was extremely painful. But being a robust sort, I ignored it. Until I couldn't walk, sit, stand, lie down, lift anything. Yes, it was that bad. I made an appointment with a super physiotherapist and started treatment. I didn't even think about telling the GP. I had a prescription review due so mentioned it to him. He wasn't too concerned, but instead remarked on my weight and blood pressure. Both affected by my lack of mobility and being in some pain. Thankfully, I didn't take it to heart, carried on with the physio, who got me back to full fitness in 6 weeks. And the weight went back to normal, along with the blood pressure; no surprise really as I was back to my exercise routine too.

The point is this - my back was injured, I was taking painkillers and had limited mobility. Was this really the most appropriate time to lecture on weight? 

Around the same time, cuts to NHS Direct were announced, and a new scheme introduced, the Isabel Symptom Checker. I entered the term back pain, and clicked on back pain lower. The first time I did this, I was told rather alarmingly, that the top cause of lower back pain was a malignant bone tumour! Well, I knew it wasn't that, and anyway, they are very rare. Today, the symptom checker has improved, so while it still lists bone tumours in the top 10 causes of lower back pain, it does have slipped disc at number 1. Still a rather alarming list of symptoms, and hardly what the GPs will want to see waved under their noses.

Isn't it time, then, that we went back to that old-fashioned examination and diagnosis, based on clinical skill, not just the internet and a barrage of blood tests and investigations.

Which brings me to my next point - VOMIT. More and more of us are becoming victims of modern imaging technologies. Often, when diagnosis is tricky, or treatment is taking a bit longer to work, we put our GPs under pressure to investigate further. In most cases, GPs have to refer to specialists to order CT scans or MRIs. These are actually quite invasive tests, not to be undertaken lightly. Still suffering from the back pain, and a rather stubborn sciatic nerve upset, the physio started to second guess her initial diagnosis. Perhaps the fall I had had, was masking something more sinister. Perhaps I had a slipped disc, or worse, after all. Perhaps I needed an orthopaedic consult. Dr B, being a cardiologist, has a healthy scepticism for specialists other than physicians, and suggested a further physio assessment. And would you know it, she discovered another area of injury. Within days of treating this injury, I started to heal. It didn't take long after that to be back to full fitness. I shudder to think what might have been my journey if I had ended up in the orthopaedic department.

Sometimes, a little knowledge does help the process. Sometimes, taking a common sense approach, asking a few more questions, gets to the right answer a little quicker.







The trouble with George

Some of you may know by now that George did not come home with us on Saturday. I am still struggling to understand exactly what went wrong. I don't think that The Dog's Trust can be entirely blamed for this, but by their own admission, the dog behaviour expert who came along on the dog walk, had never met George before. Nor, we think, did she have experience of how Boxers mix with other dogs; usually nose to nose, square on, and not nose to bottom. One Boxer person we know feels it is to do with their short noses and docked tail, but that's for another blog post.

The social mix went well. Off lead, the two dogs had equal energy. On lead, George exhibited significant frustration and aggression. We asked for him not to be muzzled. He didn't bite Brin, just made a lot of noise. To be honest, no worse than we've seen occasionally between Brin and Themba, when they got up each other's noses. We were therefore quite surprised and unhappy when told that we couldn't take George home in the same car as Brin. The dog behaviour person felt that they would fight in the car, and even if we did take him home, he would never a lot of behaviour training. We were told to go home and let them know before 4pm if we were coming back to fetch George. We sat in the car park for ages, debating what we should do. I suggested kidnapping George, he obviously isn't thriving in that environment. Mr B saw sense, so we brought Brin home, and decided that we couldn't put Brin or ourselves through all that again. No George for us.

To make matters worse, we had had to sit through a pre-adoption talk for over an hour, with the same 'expert', in a room of people taking puppies home, some of whom had never owned dogs before. There was no air, the chairs were uncomfortable, and the 'lecturer' sat in front of the door, effectively blocking the escape route and presenting very dominant behaviour. To say that I didn't take to her, is putting it mildly. Her delivery was loud and over-bearing, and not very useful to us at all. We were disappointed to see her with George for the walk/mix.

Anyway, we have decided that re-homing a rescue dog is not for us. We are not 'institutionalised' and I'm afraid I just can't get my head around all the rules. If we had been allowed to, we would have taken George at the first meeting and all will have been well in Shackleford by now. Good luck, lovely George. Hope you find a proper home soon.






The Gallery - It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Each week, I follow the prompt by Sticky Fingers and post a photograph which best describes my interpretation of the theme for The Gallery.

A beautiful wreath adorns our front door. Made by the lovely Jill Spain of Christmas Pie Crafts.

Christmas wreath by Christmas Pie Crafts

Hand made tree decorations from a local craft fair

My own watercolour painting for our Christmas cards

Stockings packed and sent to Australia

Gift bags packed for Mr B's staff

I must confess that gifts are bought and wrapped, Christmas cards sent, Christmas cake baked.

And we are really looking forward to the Christmas break.


Now pop over to Tara at Sticky Fingers and see more Christmas.





To see my previous Gallery entries click here.


Photography by Lesley Beeton.

An open letter to Boxer Rescue Service (Southern)

Dear Boxer Rescue Service (Southern),

Further to our email correspondence, I write to offer feedback on our experience with your organisation in our recent attempt to re-home a Boxer dog.

We wrote to you on 15 November 2012 outlining our credentials and our wish to re-home a Boxer dog to be a companion to Brin, following the death of Themba. Our decision was not undertaken lightly. 

We had a reply immediately from your website co-ordinator, and the following day (16 November) a further request for our address. We also telephoned both numbers listed and left messages. We had no reply. 

Ten days later (26 November) we received another email, asking if we were still interested in re-homing. I replied immediately 'Yes, please'. You telephoned me later that day to say that you had passed our details to your home 'vetter'. 

During that telephone call, I asked you the following questions:

1. Are the Boxer dogs in your care in foster homes or in kennels? You said all the dogs are in kennels.

2. Does the home 'vetter' know the dogs in your care, so that when she visits she will be able to suggest a suitable match. You said that she does not know the dogs and will write a report, following which you will decide which dog might be suitable. At no point did you suggest that we visit the kennel to meet the dogs in your care.

3. I asked you about the availability of a suitable dog for us to re-home, and got no information. In fact, the impression I was left with was that you did not think you had a suitable dog to re-home. 

Three days later (29 November), your appointed home 'vetter' contacted me. Due to the nature of my husband's work, and the need for Boxer Rescue Service (Southern) to meet both of us, we had to agree a meeting time on a Saturday (8 December), a further nine days to wait. You have now cancelled this appointment, as we have registered an interest in re-homing a dog through another charity. 

We appreciate that you are a small charity, however, your association with The Kennel Club breed rescue implies a standard operating procedure. On this occasion, we feel that your level of service to us and to the Boxer dogs in your care, falls well short of expectations.

We wish all the Boxer dogs in your care happy homes. 

Dr Lesley Beeton
Shackleford, Surrey




See how Thandulwazi changes lives in South Africa




Thank you for watching.

I am so proud of our involvement in Thandulwazi.

The St Stithians Foundation was set up to provide support for a Saturday school called Thandulwazi for pupils struggling to find a way complete their school education. It also supports teacher training. The Thandulwazi Trust is a Maths and Science Academy based in Johannesburg, South Africa.


Letter to Santa from Brin the Boxer


Dear Santa,

My very dear friend and fellow Boxer, Themba, died a few months ago. Before that, he was quite poorly, and we didn't have as much fun in the garden as we used to.

I have been a good boy, kind and gentle to my Mum and Dad, as we all mourned the loss of little Themba.

This week, Mum and Dad told me they feel well enough to ask Santa (or the Rescue centre) to bring us a new friend in time for Christmas. They have been thinking about it for some time, but it is a difficult process to re-home a dog, and they did not want to get my hopes up.

Yesterday, we went on a long trip in the car (and got a bit lost). When we got there, we were greeted by the loveliest lady who gave me a drink of water and a romp in the sheep field. After that, she brought George to meet me. George is a 2 year old Lurcher, who was rescued as a stray in the Republic of Ireland. He was going to be destroyed, but the good people at The Dog's Trust took care of him and brought him to England.

He has been well looked after and fed yummy food and is a lovely chap, and boy does he run fast!

We had great fun. I was very tired on the trip home, and slept all night next to the fire, thinking about George.

Mum and Dad have heard this morning that they have been accepted as George's new Mum and Dad, and he will be with us in two weeks.

Thank you, Santa, for helping my wish come true in time for Christmas.

Mum says she will introduce George to everyone once he is settled in his new home.

Happy Christmas!



With lots of love from,
Brin the Boxer
Shackleford
England

I've sent my Letter to Santa to Rumpydog 'cos he's publishing all the Letters on his lovely blog, with a little help from his Mum, Jen :-)