As I am ‘enjoying’ day 2 without the means to purchase even a sausage roll, I just left my GP, whom I had rated highly, even more depressed than when I went in, which is saying something.
Decided to just thank her for her time halfway through and bugger off when, after I’d asked her to write my prescriptions, he asked, ‘And the Sifrol, are you still on the Sifrol?’
What’s the fornicating point? I will ring the surgery and ask to me remove from their patients list.





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