Quote: Griff @ November 27 2008, 1:20 PM GMTYou'll be pleased to know you're lower middle class.
Working class people wouldn't put up with "little herby" sausages, while middle class people would know how to spell chipolata.
Have you never had a chippolta sausage? Named after the Greek Goddess Chipolyta?
Oh Griff decidedly lower, lower middle class.
I am of course in a different class (and species) to every one else.
No arguing there.
Quote: Lee Henman @ November 27 2008, 2:37 PM GMTTalking of moronic GPs, I took my 6 year old to the doctors because he'd had a cold and was now coughing up dark green horribleness. The doc was a very young Asian guy, obviously straight out of med school. I asked if he thought it was a chest infection. He said...and these were his exact words... "There's no such thing as a chest infection. It's asthma."
He tried to prescribe him an asthma inhalor but I refused. My son does not have f**king asthma. Anyway I made an another appointment with a different doctor and told him what his colleague had said. He just shook his head, sighed, and prescribed my son some antibiotics for his chest infection. It cleared up in two days.
Amazing.
Daddies, actually!
Well in the spirit of balance I saw my GP with a sprained tendon, and was actually seen by a Nigerian locum with a heavy accent.
His diagnosis was spot on and I made a speedy recovery.
Hooray!
That said the absolute best person for taking blood at my local clinic, is a young goth lady with pink hair and more holes in her face than John Lennon's' corpse.
Isn't wonderful we live in such a diverse and colorful world.
Quote: sootyj @ November 27 2008, 4:31 PM GMTThat said the absolute best person for taking blood at my local clinic, is a young goth lady with pink hair and more holes in her face than John Lennon's' corpse.
Well she'd know, evidently.
F**king hell.
Apparently, apart from your friends & relatives, your Doctor is more likely to kill you than someone you've never met. So, it's safer to go down the road at night past those hoodies than it is to see your Doctor and get unsuitable treatment and/or medicine/tablets.
Quote: Bad dog @ November 27 2008, 5:08 PM GMTApparently, apart from your friends & relatives, your Doctor is more likely to kill you than someone you've never met. So, it's safer to go down the road at night past those hoodies than it is to see your Doctor and get unsuitable treatment and/or medicine/tablets.
You're talking Ship man.
Oh dear! 
Quote: Bad dog @ November 27 2008, 5:08 PM GMTApparently, apart from your friends & relatives, your Doctor is more likely to kill you than someone you've never met. So, it's safer to go down the road at night past those hoodies than it is to see your Doctor and get unsuitable treatment and/or medicine/tablets.
Harold Shipman possibly skewed these statistics somewhat.
I read it on the internet that statistically you're more likely to be poisoned by tablets or die after inappropriate treatment by your doctor than be murdered by a stranger. That sounds fair enough, I mean I've had some dodgy doctors. Haven't we all?
Quote: Bad dog @ November 27 2008, 5:17 PM GMTI read it on the internet that statistically you're more likely to be poisoned by tablets or die after inappropriate treatment by your doctor than be murdered by a stranger. That sounds fair enough, I mean I've had some dodgy doctors. Haven't we all?
Yep. Rubbish senior ones, rubbish junior ones and from both sexes and all races.
My sister sawa GP recently who was sending a text throughout the entire consultation.
Quote: sootyj @ November 27 2008, 4:31 PM GMTWell in the spirit of balance I saw my GP with a sprained tendon, and was actually seen by a Nigerian locum with a heavy accent.
His diagnosis was spot on and I made a speedy recovery.
Hooray!
That said the absolute best person for taking blood at my local clinic, is a young goth lady with pink hair and more holes in her face than John Lennon's' corpse.
Isn't wonderful we live in such a diverse and colorful world.
Yeah the fact he was Asian wasn't the point, I only mentioned it in the same way as I would've if he was Scottish, or old, or fat or whatever. The point is, he was SHIT.
Another story was when I was struck down about 5 years ago with crippling vertigo. I was puking and falling over and went to the emergency doctor who was SO foreign I could barely make out what he was saying.
Anyway he asked me if I'd been taking drugs and I truthfully told him the only drugs I'd ever taken was a few puffs on a joint at a party about 6 months earlier. He told me that was the cause of the problem, as cannabis can cause balance problems.
I was like "What, from 6 months ago??" and he said "Yes, sometimes for the rest of your life". So he basically sent me home with no medication and told me to come back in 4 weeks time.
The problem didn't go away, in fact it was getting worse - every time I moved my head the room span and I vomited. It was like some sort of living Hell, believe me. So I made another appointment and unfortunately got the same doctor. This time he said it was a condition called labrynthitis which is a virus which dies within two weeks. So I told him it'd been 4 weeks, to which he replied "It's all in your head."
So I went home and was basically bed-ridden for the next two years. Eventually I became severely-depressed and at last they packed me off to an ear specialist who diagnosed something called Benign Positional Vertigo. He gave me some head movement exercises to do which apparently dislodges debri floating in the inner ear, which causes the problem. The treatment worked. I still occasionally get it but it's much more manageable now.
And that's why I don't trust GPs. One told me there's no such thing as a chest infection, and another cost me two years of my life with a ridiculous diagnosis. Golden rule: Always get a second opinion!
Jesus Christ alive. 
Quote: Lee Henman @ November 27 2008, 7:40 PM GMTGolden rule: Always get a second opinion!
Does it matter off whom? My newsagent is pretty clever, what with all those crosswords he does.
