Now, there was no need for that...
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
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Education and the NHS suck!
Sitting in a psychology lesson, screaming in agony from these blasts of seering pain in my sides, guy sitting next to me tells me to go see the Pupil Welfare staff cos the pain got to a stage where I started banging my head on the table.
I somehow get through the lesson and go to pupil welfare, who ask if it's serious... I then keel over in pain, clutching my side as pressure seems to stop the pain and get told I need permission to leave... I'm 18 and should be able to leave when I like thank you very much!!!
Anyway, I go to my psychology teacher who says she didn't notice I had a problem... how obsevant of her (I was actually banging my head on the table and screaming in agony throughout the lesson, but does she care? Noooo).
So then I have to drive, yes DRIVE to the hospital, nearly crashing because of one of these painful episodes. Then I get there, get seen by a doctor who doesn't speak English (flippin NHS twunts) and finally get referred to a radiologist who is very helpful and does speak English, cue me going back to non-english speaking doctor who manages to say something about me being in a high risk group for blood vessels on my lung bursting and says, "just come back if you feel any pain again." So now every time my side hurts I have to go to the twunting hospital!
There was definately no need for that!
( , Tue 21 Jun 2005, 13:20, Reply)
Sitting in a psychology lesson, screaming in agony from these blasts of seering pain in my sides, guy sitting next to me tells me to go see the Pupil Welfare staff cos the pain got to a stage where I started banging my head on the table.
I somehow get through the lesson and go to pupil welfare, who ask if it's serious... I then keel over in pain, clutching my side as pressure seems to stop the pain and get told I need permission to leave... I'm 18 and should be able to leave when I like thank you very much!!!
Anyway, I go to my psychology teacher who says she didn't notice I had a problem... how obsevant of her (I was actually banging my head on the table and screaming in agony throughout the lesson, but does she care? Noooo).
So then I have to drive, yes DRIVE to the hospital, nearly crashing because of one of these painful episodes. Then I get there, get seen by a doctor who doesn't speak English (flippin NHS twunts) and finally get referred to a radiologist who is very helpful and does speak English, cue me going back to non-english speaking doctor who manages to say something about me being in a high risk group for blood vessels on my lung bursting and says, "just come back if you feel any pain again." So now every time my side hurts I have to go to the twunting hospital!
There was definately no need for that!
( , Tue 21 Jun 2005, 13:20, Reply)
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