Waiting for the doctor to see you for an hour and a half, being finally taken in to see him, finding out that because the receptionist is a useless gossiping windbag* that she didn't enter my details in, waiting another half hour for that to happen, FINALLY showing him my ingrown toenail that needs fixing, and being told that yes, it's an ingrown toenail alright, he'd recognise it anywhere, and that I need to go see a podiatrist. Ca-ching, that'll be 45 bucks please. Which on my WINZ budget means I now can't afford to go see the podiatrist until next week, if I want to eat. Which I kinda do.
On the up side, I get my free annual diabetic checkup thingee, so I'll be able to get a read on my current weight, cholesterol, blood levels, etc. Yaaaaay.
*Sitting across from a woman talking on the phone for 2 hours about anything but doctor related stuff gives one a certain insight.
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Don't forget the lamentation of the women
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