Big Red Box of Doom

Visiting the doctor is so last year. These days it’s all zoom meetings. Or online consultations. I’m not much of a fan of telephone calls. My hearing isn’t the best, but my typing skills are reasonable, so I will always opt for an online consultation. My doctors surgery has a pretty good system. You write down a basic summary of the problem then go through a list of symptoms, choosing ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

At the end, you’ll receive a cheery goodbye and you must await a response from the GP telling you what to do. Or you’ll get a big red box of doom, to inform you that the end is nigh and there is no time to be lost in waiting for emails. Call now, for an urgent appointment. I got the big red box of doom. Oh my. 

What do I have? Well if I knew that, I’d not have needed an online consultation. My answers to the symptom queries were mostly ‘no’. But clearly I triggered the system somewhere. Bloody snowflake computer.

To be continued? We all hope not, don’t we…