No, I can't just pull a doctor out of my arse.

Oct 25, 2007 16:27

I really hate reception cover.

I hope Carla's back tomorrow. If she isn't I might just go sick or something. Fucking hell.

After some time of explaining, repeatedly, that her husband has a rash and has been vomitting, a woman seemed disappointed that I couldn't make a doctor appear out of thin air. Even though I'd explained several times that we have no doctors in on Thursday afternoons and her best chance of having him seen by a doctor today is to go to A&E. She can't get there because they don't have a car and can't afford a taxi. Right, I'll just grow a medical degree and treat him myself, shall I??! For crying out loud woman, if you're that worried about his health then surely money is no object! And if it is that much of an object despite everything, then go talk to the pharmacist next door. Me and Helen were just talking this morning about how people don't use pharmacies enough. Make him feel useful. Honestly.

Feeling very hungry/shaky now. Not very pleasant. Meeting Helen and Gray at Pizza Hut though so that should be good, and we're seeing a movie later. Still not been to the gym though. Slapped wrist. I'll go soon. The rest of life just keeps getting in the way.

Might need to make use of dad's tumble drier if I'm ever going to get through the pile of washing we've got at home. Go over at the weekend and do that. There's a plan for you. Or rather, for me :)

work, bad day, gray

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