Appointment

I had an appointment at Chelsea and Westminster Hospital the other day- nothing serious, don’t worry. I’m not dying or anything. I turned up (early), waited for less than five minutes before the doctor poked his head round the door and asked me to come in.

The doctor was really old, really grey and truth be told, pretty ugly. I immediately felt better. You don’t want some lovely, young, “stacked” male doctor examining you really do you?

Hmm….hang on!?

Anyway, I walked into his office (which incidentally was roasting hot) and what did I behold in the corner?

A lovely, young, “stacked” male medical student, folder open and pen in hand eagerly awaiting to take notes.

I always told myself, that as I will be a nursing student in the not too distant future, that I would never refuse to allow a nursing or medical student to sit in on one of my consultations. Everyone has got to learn right?

“Sorry I’d really rather he wasn’t in here.”

I told myself wrong.

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Today, I had an appointment with the dentist. Now i’m sure you all know from previous blog posts, that my experiences with dentists have not been all that “warm and fluffy”. Today was no exception. For reasons beyond my control (I may have overslept slightly), I was running a couple of minutes late. I tried to call the dentists surgery 3 times before I left to inform them of this. The first time, the receptionist picked up the phone and said hello, then promptly hung up. The second time, it rang and went to answer phone. The third time, I was speaking but the receptionist couldn’t seem to hear me.

Bollocks to this, I just jumped on my bike and peddled and fast as I could. I was seven minutes late. I explained to the receptionist the trouble I’d had getting through. She said it was no problem and that she would explain to the dentist that there had been quite a bit of trouble with the phones today and that I had tried to call.

I went upstairs, and the previous patient was still in there- score! She left a couple of minutes later, and another man (the appointment after mine) was called in first. This is fine. I was late. Fair enough. So there I sat, for 40 minutes, slowly becoming more and more agitated and more and more nervous.

Last time I went to the dentist I cried with terror- a true story.

The nurse then came out 40 minutes later and said to me, “As you were late, the dentist said she won’t see you today, sorry. And we’ll still have to charge you for this appointment”.

What the fuck?!

So not only had I sat working myself into a panicking ball of nervous energy, but I was going to be charged for the pleasure?!

I stomped off down the stairs in a blind rage to speak to the receptionist. Who was very confused at why they had completely turned me away when I was only seven minutes late, said she’d speak to the dentist (she was very sorry because she had been busy and unable to explain about the phone disaster) and didn’t charge me.

The greedy fucking, arrogant, money grabbing, overpaid, cock sucking, sadistic, bastard PIGS that weren’t intelligent enough to do medicine (but now get paid far, far more than any doctor I know) don’t deserve my money.

So now as well as three trips back to Chelsea next week, I’ve got to waste another one of my much coveted days off at the dentist!