I went to the doctor's yesterday (very nice walk in service at at Liverpool street - you know the one, you come in, take a name (i went for Bryan) and a seat - the nurse calls you up - you go into a room drop your trousers and they give you a aspirin.) - I have been experiencing a few concerns (which I may go into at a later date - although, i may not, depending if my audience have already eaten - as it is not pretty!). So yes the nurse, (a very nice middle age man called Chris - not wearing a nurses uniform (how every confusing - especially when i called him Doctor).
so yes are discussing my ailment and my course of treatment - and then he turns around and goes "I am just going to get the doctor, because I want them to look at your face."
Not going to lie, Kinda caught me off guard - in all seriousness "wooooah, what is wrong with it...!! its all i have, i may not be blessed with looks of brad Pitt of Mr Depp - but i to think i am above average"
he glanced up and then left, to come back with the doctor - who both then stood over me looking at my face...and made a few comments (which i strained and failed to hear)...and the next thing i knew, i was in the queue in Boots (there are other pharmacies - but boots is local) - getting cream usually used for athlete's foot to smear on my face...WTF???
Nice to know my taxes are not being wasted! - In fact they still did not solve my issue i originally went in for...all i know, i have been hit with the ugly stick. :(
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