Do you remember when doctors were helpful, kindly people who wanted to soothe and comfort the sick and injured. What happened? At my doctor's surgery the plan appears to be to confuse and obstruct the unwary people who wander in.
First, making an appointment was a minefield of unexplained rules. It turns out you either have to wait a week and a half for a normal appointment or make an emergency appointment by phoning between 8.30 and 8.32 am. I have earache - I don't think that's an emergency, but I don't want to wait a week and a half either. The third, hidden, option (for minor ailments) is to see a nurse practitioner which you can do any time. But they don't tell you that. And you have to explain your problem to the secretary in front of the whole surgery. Lucky I didn't have crabs.
When I did see someone, I was told my ear was blocked with wax so it wasn't possible to tell if there was an infection. Syringe it then? Nope, can't syringe it because there may be an infection. So get rid of the infection? Can't prescribe anything because can't see what kind of infection because of the wax... Repeat this several times and you'll understand why I'm thinking ARRRRGH!
On a more playful note: one of our blog readers has suggested she'd like to become a contributor and wants to have an alias like ours. She suggested one beginning with J. Think about it... there you go! How rude!