Letters they'll never read
"Apologies, anger, declarations of love, things you want to say to people, but can't or didn't get the chance to." Suggestion via reducedfatLOLcat.
( , Thu 4 Mar 2010, 13:56)
"Apologies, anger, declarations of love, things you want to say to people, but can't or didn't get the chance to." Suggestion via reducedfatLOLcat.
( , Thu 4 Mar 2010, 13:56)
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^^^This^^^
I have a condition which is significantly milder than yours sounds, but I have to take a tablet for it every day. One day I get a letter from the surgery telling me that I've been swapped onto another drug, because it had been found to be "effective for most patients" and, of course costs less.
The author of this missive is some minion from the PCT who thinks she knows better than the consultant who swapped me off the cheaper tablets onto the current ones some time ago; a fact that may be discovered from a cursory search of my medical records.
Cue appointment to visit GP, who adopts the classic "not me Guv" stance and won't change it back until I've spoken to the fuckwit from the PCT. A week passes, while my symptoms fail to be suppressed by the cheaper tablets, until an apologetic phone call from the number-crunching office junior means I can finally go back on the tablets that work.
Not bitter though. Much.
( , Thu 4 Mar 2010, 15:45, Reply)
I have a condition which is significantly milder than yours sounds, but I have to take a tablet for it every day. One day I get a letter from the surgery telling me that I've been swapped onto another drug, because it had been found to be "effective for most patients" and, of course costs less.
The author of this missive is some minion from the PCT who thinks she knows better than the consultant who swapped me off the cheaper tablets onto the current ones some time ago; a fact that may be discovered from a cursory search of my medical records.
Cue appointment to visit GP, who adopts the classic "not me Guv" stance and won't change it back until I've spoken to the fuckwit from the PCT. A week passes, while my symptoms fail to be suppressed by the cheaper tablets, until an apologetic phone call from the number-crunching office junior means I can finally go back on the tablets that work.
Not bitter though. Much.
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