{"id":387,"date":"2005-11-11T08:05:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-11T08:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/2005\/11\/blood-from-a-stone\/"},"modified":"2005-11-11T08:05:00","modified_gmt":"2005-11-11T08:05:00","slug":"blood-from-a-stone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/2005\/11\/blood-from-a-stone\/","title":{"rendered":"Blood From A Stone"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img SRC=\"http:\/\/www.gemstone.org\/images\/01\/Stones_Bloodstone.jpg\" align=right>The stone in this case is the receptionist at the doctors&#8217; surgery. I called yesterday, and trotted out the formula as instructed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Doctor <i>M<\/i> asked me to call her today and get the results of my blood test.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Name?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I gave it, spelling my surname.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One moment please.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>One moment = four and a half minutes of mobile moments. Ta tum te ta. The studio where I was working is at the top of a steep garden. I walked around, inspecting spiders, avoiding snails, finding dead moths. I whistled. I put the phone on speaker. I sat down, then back up again with a wet arse. I found and minutely inspected a grey mouse mat with a soft gel wrist support which had been left on a wooden table. I moved it slightly, looking at the dark dampness underneath.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hello?&#8221; came the voice, &#8220;Your results are not <i>in file<\/i>.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What does that mean?&#8221; I asked. &#8220;You have them, but not with my medical notes, or you don&#8217;t have them?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;They are not <i>in file<\/i>,&#8221; she repeated. I was making her uneasy with my questions. &#8220;When did you have the test?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Monday,&#8221; I replied.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We don&#8217;t usually get them back for a week,&#8221; she announced triumphantly.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, why did Doctor <i>M<\/i> send me urgently to the hospital and ask me to call and speak to her at this time? I am confused&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Truth is, I was not at all confused, but I have often found it useful to take on the role of the confused, when I am dealing with someone who is confused. Then, we are both confused. I have joined the confused in a solidarity of confusion, and this may help the confused to come out about their state of confusion. In this case, she said,<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;They might be with the doctor.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I see.&#8221; I kept patient. After all, I was the patient. &#8220;Can you possibly find out? After all, she did specifically ask me to call.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;She has someone with her at the moment. Can you call back in twenty minutes?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Twenty minutes later, I called back. No, the results were not there. Yes, I should keep my appointment for this morning.<\/p>\n<p>In one hour, given that the surgery is still where I left it, and the doctor is <i>in surgery<\/i>, I shall have my blood pressure taken and then wait thirty minutes to get the lowdown, if there is a lowdown to get.<\/p>\n<p>Good old National Health Service. It is free, you know.<\/p>\n<p><center><img SRC=\"http:\/\/www.konan-wu.ac.jp\/~nobutoki\/gemstones\/images\/bloodstone.jpg\" width=200><\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The stone in this case is the receptionist at the doctors&#8217; surgery. I called yesterday, and trotted out the formula as instructed. &#8220;Doctor M asked me to call her today and get the results of my blood test.&#8221; &#8220;Name?&#8221; I gave it, spelling my surname. &#8220;One moment please.&#8221; One moment = four and a half [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":126,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[780],"class_list":["post-387","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-funky-original","tag-funky-original"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/387","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/126"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=387"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/387\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=387"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=387"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=387"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}