Last week Mrs Sensible phoned the local hospital to book me in for a check up, and before you start leaving sarky comments it was not the psychiatric clinic nor was it a follow up appointment with the dietitian. When Mrs S finally got through to the department, they said “we only book appointments in the morning, call between 9 and 11” which is fabulous because Mrs Sensible is normally in her classroom between 9 and 11 teaching her chilblains how to sit still and not pick their noses.
The following morning she again calling the hospital and was told “Pecora Nera!! nope he is not on the system, we have recently upgraded the computer and he might have been deleted”
I have been deleted!!!! How is that possible? Mrs Sensible said she would phone the administrators and try to find out. She talked to a woman for three minutes and then hung up. Pecora, you need to go down to the main office and fill out some forms.
Now I know what Italy is like, so on Wednesday I went armed with my passport, identity card, proof of residence and one of Mrs Sensible’s wooden spoons. It only took a 10 minute search to find the correct office.
Me: Hello I English, please excuse my bad Italian.
Admin: Tell me!
Me: I need hospital appointment, but my name has been deleted, here is my identity card.
She turned to her computer and started clicking buttons and occasionally glancing at me.
Admin: è scaduto
Me: I have expired!!! I am still here.
She looked at my passport and my other documents, and told me to go to the local council offices and ask them for.
- Proof that I am an European citizen.
- Proof that I am a resident of my little village.
- Proof that I have paid my taxes.
She was not convinced that my UK passport proved anything.
Later that evening I went on my facebook page and ranted about the crazy bureaucracy in Italy. A very good friend of mine messaged me and offered to accompany me to the office to see if she could untangle the mess.
Yesterday we both went back to the office with my little bundle of papers and discussed the problem with a different administrator.
Admin 2: You came yesterday didn’t you.
Me: What did she say?
The Englishman needs to go to the local council office and ask for:-
- Proof that he is resident of his village, the document he has is just a copy of his request to be a resident.
- A copy of his wife’s identity card
- His identity card
- His codice fiscale (national insurance number)
- Certificate that his company is registered in Italy.
At the moment I am wondering if it is easier to just fly to the UK and see my old doctor. I did however drive to the council offices and managed to get most of the documents, my accountant is sending over the work related documents hopefully I might be back on the system ASP (at some point)
Oh I nearly forgot, I need your advice with something…..
When I arrived home, the postwoman gave me a very sinister brown envelope, inside it contained a speeding fine!!! I must be very unlucky because I don’t know anyone else in Italy who has ever received one.
The speeding fine doesn’t say who was driving, they assume it was me because it is my car. I now have two options.
Is to quickly pay the fine and burn all the evidence, before Mrs Sensible finds out. Otherwise I will endure a lifetime of reminders about my speeding ticket.
Prove or convince Mrs Sensible that she was driving the car and then never ever mention her mistake again…… except when we are in the company of friends.
Its a difficult one.