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Okay, so, after having stayed up until 5am last night reading Customers Suck because the pain in my ear was intense enoguh to make sleep out of the question, I was forced to go to a doctor to get some ear-drops. And of course, because I am still registered at the Student Medical Practice and they are just full up with stupid might-be-pregnant teenage whores and idiot rugby players who get drunk and fall off pavements and then expect to be healed rather than laughed at and kicked in the nads, I couldn't get an appointment until next Wednesday.

Fortunately, however, there's a walk-in clinic in the city centre, so having downed a mouthful of Ibuprofen and filled my bag with various address-proving and ID-proving things, off I went to seek medical advice. And it was awesome! I had one little form to fill out with just my name and address and number, and then I waited for less than five minutes before a doctor called me in and wrote me a prescription for some ear drops and some AMAZING high-strength painkillers. Seriously, I'm going to see if I can hoarde them to take to work because I feel so good right now! Anyway, for someone like me, whose only previous experiance with the UK medical service has been based on a practice that treats students specifically, this was so amazing! There wasn't a single screaming brat, crack-addicted prostitute, insane homeless person or massed hoarde of twittering dim-witted sheep-human hybrids anywhere in the place. SO AWESOME YOU GUYS! Okay, some of that is the medication talking, but for serious, I was so impressed. Walk-in clinics aren't just for drug-addled hoboes at all! Actgual people with genuine, non-self-inflicted problems and a grasp of personal hygiene can go in there and not worry about catching filthy diseases from the dregs of society. I AM IMPRESSED BEYOND ALL BELIEF! The UK actually does not suck at something! Woo!

Of course, when I got back to Beeston I registered myself at the actual local GPs office, and this being Beeston and in the middle of the work day, that was filled with dole-bludgers and teen mothers and crackheads. They even had a sign up warning about not attacking the staff with needles. But whatever, it's only for when I'm absolutely dying anyway.

Right, what else... no, that's pretty much it. Went to the doctors, came home, surfed while under the influence of the world's greatest painkillers. END!

(no subject)

Okay, so, after having stayed up until 5am last night reading Customers Suck because the pain in my ear was intense enoguh to make sleep out of the question, I was forced to go to a doctor to get some ear-drops. And of course, because I am still registered at the Student Medical Practice and they are just full up with stupid might-be-pregnant teenage whores and idiot rugby players who get drunk and fall off pavements and then expect to be healed rather than laughed at and kicked in the nads, I couldn't get an appointment until next Wednesday.

Fortunately, however, there's a walk-in clinic in the city centre, so having downed a mouthful of Ibuprofen and filled my bag with various address-proving and ID-proving things, off I went to seek medical advice. And it was awesome! I had one little form to fill out with just my name and address and number, and then I waited for less than five minutes before a doctor called me in and wrote me a prescription for some ear drops and some AMAZING high-strength painkillers. Seriously, I'm going to see if I can hoarde them to take to work because I feel so good right now! Anyway, for someone like me, whose only previous experiance with the UK medical service has been based on a practice that treats students specifically, this was so amazing! There wasn't a single screaming brat, crack-addicted prostitute, insane homeless person or massed hoarde of twittering dim-witted sheep-human hybrids anywhere in the place. SO AWESOME YOU GUYS! Okay, some of that is the medication talking, but for serious, I was so impressed. Walk-in clinics aren't just for drug-addled hoboes at all! Actgual people with genuine, non-self-inflicted problems and a grasp of personal hygiene can go in there and not worry about catching filthy diseases from the dregs of society. I AM IMPRESSED BEYOND ALL BELIEF! The UK actually does not suck at something! Woo!

Of course, when I got back to Beeston I registered myself at the actual local GPs office, and this being Beeston and in the middle of the work day, that was filled with dole-bludgers and teen mothers and crackheads. They even had a sign up warning about not attacking the staff with needles. But whatever, it's only for when I'm absolutely dying anyway.

Right, what else... no, that's pretty much it. Went to the doctors, came home, surfed while under the influence of the world's greatest painkillers. END!