Gamiila (gamiila) wrote,
Gamiila
gamiila

  • Mood:

Grumpity-grump-grump

Doctor can't see me until tomorrow 9am. "Take a paracetamol", the secretary advised. TAKE A PARACETAMOL?! Would I ring if I could take a bloody paracetamol? What is it with Dutch GPs? They don't have open surgery, they're never on nights or weekend duty, they don't do housecalls, and they can't just write me a prescription when I ask for one, but insist on seeing me first? Don't they have a fucking duty to help those in need when they ask for it?

So, I've got 23 more hours of excruciating pain to get through -- however will I fill my time? I know, I'll try and do my taxes. They were due April 1st, but I got hopelessly confused and then someone said "what are you worried about? as long as it's done by the end of the year, it'll be fine!" Maybe I should have questioned that remark more closely, but you know, taxes; not my favourite thing to be worrying my pretty little head about...I came home yesterday, and there was the dreaded blue envelope from the Inland Revenue. "First and final warning: do your tax assessment now (on my desk by next week) or face a 1000 euro fine, you slacker you!"

Would it be too early to conclude that today is not shaping up to be a good day?
Tags: real life, sciatica
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 6 comments