Reply With QuoteI went to school with a lad who had only one ball and he got abuse about it almost every day, it essentially became a part of his name. He also had little or no sense of humour about it.Originally Posted by Burney
Oh, I basically had to tell the doctors what I had before they referred me to the right person. These cünts were sending me home with antibiotics and anti-inflammatories.
This is the thing with doctors, you see? As with most professions, the vast majority of them are shït.
I went to school with a lad who had only one ball and he got abuse about it almost every day, it essentially became a part of his name. He also had little or no sense of humour about it.
I remember you telling that before - if like that, it was over a greater period of time than I imagined. It seems to be the opposite here - cough and they'll treat for consumption before you know it
Yeah, school would've been a bit tougher, to be fair. Kids are bástards. We had a bloke at our school who was a haemophiliac. Did that mean we want easy on him for being fat and not doing sport? It did not.
He died of the good AIDs a few years later. I'd love to say we all cared, felt terrible and reflected on how badly we'd behaved. It wouldn't be true, though.
No, mine was over a shorter period because I knew damn well what I had, while they kept thinking I had some sort of clap and kept asking me if I'd been having extramarital sex (which I hadn't at that point).
Basically, if the NHS had been left to its own devices, I'd be pushing up daisies right now. This may go some way to explaining why I don't tend to get terribly dewy-eyed about it.
Invariably in any health system if you are treated by a GP as opposed to a specialist in the particular area of your problem then you are taking chances.
I had to go to an NHS GP to get a referral letter to a specialist recently. I noticed upon entering his office that his degree was from the University of Addis Ababa, which may be a fine medical school. But it may not. Anyway, he said he'd give me a ltter but that I would wait for 6 months for an appointment; no no, said I, I need a referral to a private hospital. "Oh!" he cried, absolutely delighted. "You is one of them high rollers!" and, beaming, he stood and high-fived me.
Fúcking oddball.
I was treated by my GP, who clearly suspected what it was and referred me to hospital, but (as it was the evening) only to A&E, which - unless you're seeing the Registrar - is basically doctor infant school. Once I got through to the consultant (by telling them what was wrong with me), everything went very well.
But realistically, there are only a few things that can do that to a testicle and at least two of them are potentially fatal, so you'd have thought erring on the side of caution might have been an idea, wouldn't you?
How come you didn't go private if you suspected the NHS doctors weren't taking your symptoms seriously enough?
You did remarkably well to get an appointment, which I believe these days is a process somewhat akin to winning the Krypton Factor.
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