Let me clear something out...
appointment
n. meeting arranged in advance
(definition is taken out from various sources found via google.bg)
When I make an appointment, I expect that my time will remain strictly planned, people will show up, I will show up and so on. I am a reasonable person and of course I am very well aware of the fact that shit happens and sometimes that is impossible.
Well, this morning my GP/personal doctor/or whatever she is called threw shit in my face. I can live with a slight delay of, for example, 15 - 30 minutes max. But when I had to fucking wait for 1 (one) hour, I repeat HOUR, and 15 minutes after the time for which my appointment was scheduled... I am allowed to be pissed, right? Now you will ask why the hell I waited for so long? Well I was already late for work and I didn't want to risk another morning to get ruined in the cold shitty hospital, surrounded by old(>70) grannies and granddads who just like to spread germs and yeah, make you hate them and think nasty things about them... What is the point of making appointments when you can't be on time? I was so pissed (I am not anymore). And howcome you spend 40-50 minutes on the average to examine a granny or the male version of the granny and I was in and out in like 5 minutes?
WARNING! I am going to say mean and nasty things here, cause I am getting pissed again (all old people that are reading and the others who have no idea about me, excuse me) WTF? Those people are almost dead, why taking so much care of them and not of me, who I consider a very valuable part of the society and besides I still have a few more years to live *knocks on wood*. I bet they drink tea and tell the stories of their lives in there. I mean... is she operating them on site or what? This is absolutely ridiculous. And why the hell all the old people, who do abso-fucking-lutely nothing all day long, rush to the hospitals in the early hours? Is their goal in life to make the working/studying people miserable and be late for work with hourS and miss exams and all that? Go there whenever everyone else is working, go at noon, the weather is warmer then, the buses are empty! Fuckers!
Anyway, during the five minutes I was in, she told me three different names of what I might have (I think she made them up), then prescribed me some medicine for dilating the blood vessels. If I take my little pills 3 times a day and don't see any improvement I should visit her again. Oh, I so can't wait for that experience again, I will get me a book this time... Well, let's all be optimists and say that the pills will work and my hand will have blood in it again, and my fingers will be pretty again, and I won't have to go back there again.
Next year I am changing my GP. The doctor in the room next to her examined like 10 people for that time and he seemed fun and my GP is old and pays attention only to her coevals (saw this in the dictionary, I am not that smart).
WOW, not one spelling mistake this time, but I am not reading the shit, so it might not make sense here and there...
appointment
n. meeting arranged in advance
(definition is taken out from various sources found via google.bg)
When I make an appointment, I expect that my time will remain strictly planned, people will show up, I will show up and so on. I am a reasonable person and of course I am very well aware of the fact that shit happens and sometimes that is impossible.
Well, this morning my GP/personal doctor/or whatever she is called threw shit in my face. I can live with a slight delay of, for example, 15 - 30 minutes max. But when I had to fucking wait for 1 (one) hour, I repeat HOUR, and 15 minutes after the time for which my appointment was scheduled... I am allowed to be pissed, right? Now you will ask why the hell I waited for so long? Well I was already late for work and I didn't want to risk another morning to get ruined in the cold shitty hospital, surrounded by old(>70) grannies and granddads who just like to spread germs and yeah, make you hate them and think nasty things about them... What is the point of making appointments when you can't be on time? I was so pissed (I am not anymore). And howcome you spend 40-50 minutes on the average to examine a granny or the male version of the granny and I was in and out in like 5 minutes?
WARNING! I am going to say mean and nasty things here, cause I am getting pissed again (all old people that are reading and the others who have no idea about me, excuse me) WTF? Those people are almost dead, why taking so much care of them and not of me, who I consider a very valuable part of the society and besides I still have a few more years to live *knocks on wood*. I bet they drink tea and tell the stories of their lives in there. I mean... is she operating them on site or what? This is absolutely ridiculous. And why the hell all the old people, who do abso-fucking-lutely nothing all day long, rush to the hospitals in the early hours? Is their goal in life to make the working/studying people miserable and be late for work with hourS and miss exams and all that? Go there whenever everyone else is working, go at noon, the weather is warmer then, the buses are empty! Fuckers!
Anyway, during the five minutes I was in, she told me three different names of what I might have (I think she made them up), then prescribed me some medicine for dilating the blood vessels. If I take my little pills 3 times a day and don't see any improvement I should visit her again. Oh, I so can't wait for that experience again, I will get me a book this time... Well, let's all be optimists and say that the pills will work and my hand will have blood in it again, and my fingers will be pretty again, and I won't have to go back there again.
Next year I am changing my GP. The doctor in the room next to her examined like 10 people for that time and he seemed fun and my GP is old and pays attention only to her coevals (saw this in the dictionary, I am not that smart).
WOW, not one spelling mistake this time, but I am not reading the shit, so it might not make sense here and there...
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