8 days ago...
Rang GPs' surgery in hope of a telephone appt (don't even think about a face-to-face) with Dr Z. Not a chance: "We're very busy... blah, blah. Ring again on Friday".
Rang on Friday: "We're very busy...blah, blah. Ring again next Wednesday".
9.15 this morning... on hold for 17 sodding minutes to be told again they're very busy, short staffed, under pressure and blah, blah, bloody blah.
The receptionist/rottweiler came out with every lame excuse she could find for why there is no hope of me speaking to Dr Z this side of the next millennium.
Wtf? Wtaf...?
This is our wonderful NHS.
I had to go for a walk round the garden to avoid slashing my wrists or killing Mr S-V, who just happened to be the nearest person available.
20 minutes later... Dr Z rang me.
Don't ask.
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