so my week so far, yesterday i blew a caskit at my docs with my daughter in tow....storming out shouting they were 'all a bunch of fucking cunts'....the crime?? not having my prescription of co-codamol ready to collect....it's not the first time and my doctor works part time so nothing could be done but....how dare they!! ....so today i phone and notice how very polite and nice they are....of course they remembered me.....i guess ots not a daily thing some a mother comes stomping into the surgery infront of a waiting room full of prospective patients and demands they sort their fucking selves out for fucks sake at the tops of their voice and then departs screaming they're all a bunch of cunts then helpfully hold the door open for a mother carrying her baby who has decided she does not wish to walk out the open door held by me....the maniac 'cunt' shouter.
........the duty doctor prescribed me 8....a days amount....along with a 9:30am appt with my doctor tomorrow......i'm with my mother this time....she is the unrecognized 'Mother Theresa' of the UK born with the scars of stigmata....definately not a 'cunt' shouter.....and also very appalled at learning about my behaviour yesterday....she accompanied me today....i did not call them cunts today....i was nice...i also noticed that the lady at the pharmacy knew me by sight (i must've spoken with her on the phone.....i guess news must've travelled about the crazy cunt shouter from yesterday....and no-body wanted to be on the receiving end today)........not sure if thats a good thing...but she was ever so nice....the lady at the prescription desk was also nice....i handed over a card to give to their colleague....the one who bore the brunt of my 'cunt' shouting yesterday.....it was a random greetings card i had purchased years ago...one of them random 'one off' type cards with a gesture not for everyday...but one that you buy (coz its cheap mostly...in the bargain bin)....as you forsee a time in the future when the message might be appropriate....this was the day that i managed to appropriately use my 'please forgive me' card (with a picture of a crying bear) inside with a sad moon face and the words 'even i sometimes make mistakes'
.........i wrote an appropriate eulogy 'dear manor surgery staff sorry for my behaviour i know you were only trying to help'....it doesn't exactly excuse me but at least its a gesture of regret.
rest of the day i've spent smoking my magic tobacco and phylosiphising (<<spelt wrong but fuck it) my life....then thought 'hey lets type on my blog...get it off my shoulders'....i'm going to practice developing psychopathic traits so i dont experience the guilt and desperation i experience after telling my doctors to go fuck themselves.
........the duty doctor prescribed me 8....a days amount....along with a 9:30am appt with my doctor tomorrow......i'm with my mother this time....she is the unrecognized 'Mother Theresa' of the UK born with the scars of stigmata....definately not a 'cunt' shouter.....and also very appalled at learning about my behaviour yesterday....she accompanied me today....i did not call them cunts today....i was nice...i also noticed that the lady at the pharmacy knew me by sight (i must've spoken with her on the phone.....i guess news must've travelled about the crazy cunt shouter from yesterday....and no-body wanted to be on the receiving end today)........not sure if thats a good thing...but she was ever so nice....the lady at the prescription desk was also nice....i handed over a card to give to their colleague....the one who bore the brunt of my 'cunt' shouting yesterday.....it was a random greetings card i had purchased years ago...one of them random 'one off' type cards with a gesture not for everyday...but one that you buy (coz its cheap mostly...in the bargain bin)....as you forsee a time in the future when the message might be appropriate....this was the day that i managed to appropriately use my 'please forgive me' card (with a picture of a crying bear) inside with a sad moon face and the words 'even i sometimes make mistakes'
.........i wrote an appropriate eulogy 'dear manor surgery staff sorry for my behaviour i know you were only trying to help'....it doesn't exactly excuse me but at least its a gesture of regret.
rest of the day i've spent smoking my magic tobacco and phylosiphising (<<spelt wrong but fuck it) my life....then thought 'hey lets type on my blog...get it off my shoulders'....i'm going to practice developing psychopathic traits so i dont experience the guilt and desperation i experience after telling my doctors to go fuck themselves.
