the joys of the national health service
For a little while now I've been thinking about Jojo's been nagging me to phone the hozza regarding my back. I'm on a waiting list, see. It's a year long waiting list - or so I was told, eighteen months ago.
Aaaaaaaand today I rang.
And next week I have to ring back because they have to 'find me'. And even if they do find me, and do decide I'm not lying and I really am on ths freakin' waiting list, then I might have to go back for another appointment, because in the elapsed eighteen months my back might have changed and what they were going to do to me might now not be the right thing. They don't know.
NHS, man, 6 years waiting for treatment, on about 5 different waiting lists, paying for Osteopath to the tune of £40 a throw whilst waiting....and then they lose me.
CUNTS.
Aaaaaaaand today I rang.
And next week I have to ring back because they have to 'find me'. And even if they do find me, and do decide I'm not lying and I really am on ths freakin' waiting list, then I might have to go back for another appointment, because in the elapsed eighteen months my back might have changed and what they were going to do to me might now not be the right thing. They don't know.
NHS, man, 6 years waiting for treatment, on about 5 different waiting lists, paying for Osteopath to the tune of £40 a throw whilst waiting....and then they lose me.
CUNTS.