I’ve been to our brand new local health centre for some blood tests today. I’m pleased to confirm that despite rumours to the contrary, it is definitely blood that flows through my veins. It took a while to find out mind you.
Queue Number One: The queue where you wait to be given a queuing number (I kid you not). Then you move to…
Queue Number Two: The queue where you wait to be called through in groups of ten. Then you move to…
Queue Number Three: The queue where you wait to be called for your blood test.
This place opened at the end of May 2012, it’s supposed to be state of the art. There are electronic signs telling you what time the next train leaves the local station, scrolling news updates and even what temperature it is outside (like I haven’t figured that out on the journey there..?). And the NHS has designed in a queuing system the Victorians would be proud of.
Progress matters, it’s a powerful motivator. The illusion of progress? Well that just makes my blood boil.