My recent trip to the local Urgent Treatment Unit aka A&E aka Accident and Emergency which, Once Upon a Time, you could turn up to when in dire need of help but now you have to get to via a phone number 111 and book an appointment and you may get seen within 24 hours, or maybe not, after answering 99,000 questions (some of them Very Private and Personal) and waiting for a computer to check your address, your age, the football team you support, your favourite food, your internet history, your previous visits to A&E, your religion, your skin colour and where your great-great-great grandparents were born and if they were legally married or you are illegitimate, your blood type, your last meal, if you have a BBC TV license/children/money in the bank/a criminal record/sex addiction/and twelve toes….Deep breath…
I met a wonderful nurse who watched me wait at the door for the person behind the door in reception to stop talking and get into the waiting room so that I could exit the building without infecting a person in a sealed 12’by 12′ space.
She showed me the back exit with the words – You’ve gotta love our new one-way system!
I always prefer an in-your-face-stfu “stupid roolz” Sarah kinda gal :o)
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