
Originally Posted by
Smifffy
I had a persistent cough that was so persistent I just ignored it. Of course all the sheilas at work, and then my wife started nagging me to go to see the dr about it. Started nagging every time I coughed, told me it could be some chronic disease and shit manifesting itself, blah blah, wah, wah. Went on for weeks/months.
So I eventually get an appointment. Go see the Dr. Sit in his office and get stared at by all the people there in their pajamas as the receptionist asks me at least 5 times if I have a community services card, and thinks I must be richer than the DR when I say 'no'.
A quick flick through the latest woman's weekly on the coffee table, looking at the pictures of the royal wedding. Nice dress, Di looked good in it.
Get in to see the Dr, explain to him about my cough, hack up a bit on him. he "aaahs, hmmmummms and ohs" He tut tuts a bit, tells me it doesn't appear to be anything majorly wrong with my lungs, says it's probably viral then he tells me that in his opinion anti-biotics won't do any good (which i understand if it's a virus), but he'll give me a prescription for some, and recommends I don't get it filled. He also gives me a prescription for something for my cough.
I go out, pay the full whack to the receptionist after going through the 5 act charade of explaining that I don't have a comm services card to her. I pay the prescription fee and head out of the cesspit and down to the chemist.
I decide not to get the anti-biotics at the moment, and just get the other prescription filled. I hand it over, they look at me, read it and tell me it will be about 10 mins.
I mooch about a bit bouncing between the shelves with the sports braces, the hair dyes and the feminine hygiene products. Wander down the street and look in a couple of shop windows then back for the prescription. Finally it is filled, they charge me $12.40 and hand me a brown paper bag.
When I get back to the car, I decide that it's as good a time as any to start my treatment. I open the brown bag to see
A FUCKING PACKET OF STREPSILS with a pharmacy dose sticker on it.
2 days later I get a packet of strepsils from the supermarket for about $5.80
Cunt could have just told me to HTFU, ignore the women, and go get myself a couple of packets of strepsils, and he might have had some respect from me. Maybe it was just that they like to rort the taxpayer funding, and didn't realise I was paying all of this out of my own pocket?
Bah.
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