"You will die, when I say, you will die... BACK TO THE FRONT!"
That's what Metallica once said and, at the moment, I feel like dying. It might certainly be less painful than the sciatica/back trouble I'm currently suffering from. At the moment, it is calm, but who knows when it might rage again. Right on deadline week too, sadly.
Also, I've been severely vexed by the atrocious state of our national health service, which has literally refused to provide me with an appointment to see a doctor because I, not having lived in my new flat for more than two weeks, don't happen to have a bill addressed to me. Funny that. Now I have to get the billpayer/landlord to write me a note before I can be registered.... which then takes 7 sodding working days to "process" and then AND ONLY THEN can I actually begin to even make an appointment! By the time I see a doctor, I won't be in any pain, so they'll probably refuse me a note....
What a fucking system.
DB
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It was once thought in Shakespearian times that sciatica was a sign of Syphilis.
ReplyDeleteIt's bollocks, by the way, just so your not worrying.
Is there not a local hospital with GP Out Of Hours service you could go to at the weekend?
ReplyDeleteCouldn't you put down your parent's address instead?
ReplyDeleteThere's all sorts of ways I could get around the problem, but the point is that I shouldn't have to go to extraordinary lengths just to see my local GP.
ReplyDeleteWell then, you should be a man about it and ignore it until it kills you. It's the British way.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the flat though...
ReplyDeleteLuckily (in some ways) it seems I will still be in pain/discomfort by the time they'll end up seeing me. Great!!!!!!
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