I’m missing summer. The first cold/virus of the season struck a couple of weeks back, didn’t go away, was gaining ground even after generous applications of Glenfiddich nightly, and yesterday I was forced to go to the ‘Health Centre‘ (please imagine agitated fingers doing sarcastic quotation marks here) to have my annual battle with a new-to-the-practice doctor about the state of my lungs and their need for assistance in the form of antibiotics which once wasn’t a problem (‘here, take a bucketful’) but now the party line is to say ‘no’ unless the patient kicks up a fuss, or cries, or looks as if they might need an ambulance to get them away from the place. This year it was a female doctor. SO much worse. I had to employ the first two techniques and then was almost outdone, and undone, by her own reddening eyes and heaving bosom.
‘I feel you don’t TRUST me.We become doctors to HELP people you know. People don’t realise how HARD it is for us. We work really HARD for our patients. We don’t do it for the money.’ (Excuse me? I believe that is your new 4x4 out there next to my 12 year old VW Polo.)
We parted sworn enemies, but I was clutching my prescription so I don’t really care. I’ll just avoid her in future.
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