Another scan...

I was up at about 5.45am again this morning for the next installment of my hospital adventure.

My mom was once again the designated driver, and we hit the road with a flask of coffee for the 1.5h drive through.

It was the usual 2h wait in the queue system in order to get my file from the admissions desk, and then it was off upstairs for my visit with the specialist.

I spoke with him, and showed him the letter from my physio, and he told me that he was pretty certain that whatever injuries i had to my knee would not require surgery, but that he would sign the forms and send me for a scan of my knee.

I was very happy that finally i was getting a scan and someone would be able to tell me exactly what was wrong with me.

I thanked him, and headed off to find Pieter, the guy who i had been liasing with from before i left the DR.

He was in his office, and i chatted to him for a fair while, and commented on how impressed i was with the service i had so far received from the hospital.

He told me that the hospital offered a shuttle service between the town where i was staying, and the hospital, so that when i needed to return, i could use the service instead of my mom having to drive me through every time.

He also told me about their physio service at the hospital if i needed it.

He walked me up to the physio department and i chatted to the head physio there.

It turned out that she knew the lady physio that was serving the area where i lived. I told her that i had been told that the physio service in the area had closed down.

She said that this was not true, as her friend still did the physio there. She phoned her friend and made a first appointment for me on the 18th April.

This would be perfect for the future, as it was only a 10min drive from my house to get to physio each week, and would be done on the public system, so would save me a lot in physio fees, which i dont have.

My appointment for my scan was made for the private clinic in George, for the following thursday.

My mom pointed out that there was another branch of this same clinic closer to home, and we headed to the George one to see if there was any way we could get the appointment changed to closer to home.

We were in luck, and after a chat with the receptionist there, we managed to change the location and the date for monday!

Another step further into the process that was hopefully going to tell me what was wrong with my knee...