Posted: 24/04/2014 at 00:28
Lady Orchid. Yes. Mike left the police service due to a'cocked up medical report' Due to stress, I developed duodenal ulcers. I wnt sick. Got fed up and saw the partner GP. Satating I was well enough to return to work. Believe me. I was on solo patrol. That is. Trafic cop, motor cycle patrol. My nerves were so shattered. Up until then. I hadn't lost a single arrest or court case. Weekly totals amounted to around tweny five. Then I just fell apart. The internal pain etc drove me back to the surgery. In time. I had to have an alternative medical. When asked by the quack, what I experienced. I said quite honestly. At times I feel faint, hunagry etc, other times a biscuit blows me out. 'Scuse the terminology. This barsteward of a Doc. Submitted the report. That I suffered fainting fits.. Superintendants office 09.00hrs. Mike. Sad news mate. That medical. The bloody quack obviously hates coppers. Here,read the report. Mike, I am so sorry. You are a bloody good cop, sad to say mate. You are off the road. Hold tight, soon the powers to be will want you out. True enough. I was soon interviewed by the department welfare. At the time, I still felt unwell, plus my Inspector hated my guts. Yes. I could, I had every right to complain. In the meantime,I would be suspended.. So a brief chat. It wa sagreed that should I decide to hand in my papers, No more would be said. Infact to all intence and purposes. Police and me....never existed. I quit. The following Monday. I had a chat with the Super of the local parks dept. Told thetruth. Had a medical . Passed A1. Withinfive years, passed every exam, gained promotion to dep/supt. Dueto the abandament of the GLC, the parks were given over to the local boroughs. Unionwise, these were closed shops. Mike got out. In time, Val came home and told me that her boss. Brig. ??? had arranged aninterview with the adminat the Royal Herbert Hospital. They wanted a head gardener. Naturally I got the job. Believe me, it was like working for myself. I was now a civil servant. Hey lass. It will cost you a cuppa and a slice of your cream cake, to continue.