I shall play the part of the tired woman. The doctors receptionist shall play the part of the unpleasant bitch.
I don't go to the doctor much. But I need to now. Last year my doctor left the surgery where he was and moved out on his own. So I rang the new number.
me – Hi, it's me, can I make an appointment with Dr please?
bitch – have you been to the new premises?
well the books are closed, we aren't taking new patients.
but I've been seeing him for years.
well you haven't been to the new surgery so you can't see him anymore.
but I haven't been sick!!
She then started on about some kind of bla bla bla and because I hadn't had a good nights sleep for three days, and my allergy eyes were very itchy and my hair was slightly greasy and I started to feel like I might start crying, I hung up on her.
I then rang my husband and told him he must ring her immediately and tell her that her tone was not good and that Dr has been our doctor for years and insist on speaking to the Dr. So he rang unpleasant bitch who immediately was all huffy and said that I'd hung up on her. And he told her it was because I was disillusioned. And then he told her she was a joke.
So I didn't end up with an appointment with my Dr. I rang another surgery and had a conversation with a lovely receptionist who no doubt thought she was talking to an emotional fruitcake. I have an appointment with a doctor called Caesar. I think that is an interesting name choice. I can't imagine gazing down at my newborn and saying – lets call him Caesar.