... Spanish hospitals, police and airplanes are shit.
Went to Spain on holiday when I was younger and began to have terrible asthma and major asthma attacks. Left it for about 2 days thinking I would get better. On the 3rd day I had to spend about 4 hours sitting next to creepy ill spaniards to see the GP who told me I had asthma... I FUCKING KNEW THAT YOU SPANISH BASTARD! So he gave me an inhaler (which I already had about 5 of) and told me that if it continued, that I had to go to the hospital down the road. However, down the road to this prick means 2 hours drive. So I get driven 2 hours to the hospital and then have to wait another 5 hours waiting in the accident and emergancy. SURELY IF IT'S AN EMERGANCY YOU SHOULD'NT WAIT 5 HOURS! Then I get put on some dodgy breathing machine making me breath some dodgy air for about 10 mins. Then I as soon as get off the machine I puke lime-green-coloured puke. LIME-GREEN! Then they tell me that because I puked, I need to go back on the machine. IF ITS MAKING ME PUKE, THEN I PROBABLY SHOULDN'T GO BACK ON IT! So after another 10 mins of breathing they let me go back home (feeling worse than I did before I got there). Eventually, I got better. Then the next day, I wake up and discouver that half our clothes our stolen. So we have to drive to the police station which is about 3 hours away. Then we spend about 4 hours trying to tell some guy who doesn't speak English that our clothes have been stolen. Eventually they tell us nothing can be done and so we drive all the way back with nothing.
And to top it off, we fly back to England on some dodgy shed with wings they call a plane which has the most fucking terbulance ever! Some fucking holiday!
(Although they do make great English Breakfasts)
(I Want Billy, Mon 25 Apr 2005, 18:01, Reply)