Some time last week I got a letter. From the hospital in Bergen, yet on the backside it was stamped with a hospital I have never been to. On opening the letter I found out it was sort of a follow-up. It basically dealt with any infections I might have had after the operation.
I had to answer several questions and if I answered any of them with yes, I had to contact my gp so she/he could fill out the rest. Well, since I had had an infection, been to see a doctor about it and had antibiotics to fight said infection, I had to answer yes to already half of the questions. Whether or not I have had a fever along with the infection is not known to me: I took so many painkillers and fever suppressants (paracetamol), that I might have had, but never knew. I will have to ask my mum about that. She is clever like that.
Anyway, today was the appointment with the doctor. Since my own (female) doctor is on leave, there was a replacement, a nice young man. He put three crosses on the letter, wrote his name and the date and then picked up the phone. 'Was he supposed to let me pay for something that I was ordered to do by a follow-up check by the hospital?'
I left shortly after, without having to pay (thank you doc) and feeling like I had just wasted his and my own time. Three crosses indeed! Taking up valuable time he could have used on another patient. However, I did get the chance to ask him about the occasional stings, pangs and aches that still happen in my lower abdomen. A colleague had said that it was the remaining organs settling and such and it was confirmed by the doctor. Plus the inside scars (like the outside one) might on occasion be pulled and then give off a pang or stitch.
So, nothing to worry about!
Before you ask however: no, I didn't ride my bike to the gp.