This deserves a post of it's own
Fucked if I want to discuss my personal and private health matters with the teenage turd working behind the counter at the chemist.

"Have I taken this drug before?"
Yes I have you nauseating little fucker.

"Are you on any other medication?"
Yes I am.

"What is it?"
Mind your own business you nosy little shit hat, that it between me and my GP. These meds keep me alive and stop my bones turning to dust. I know more about these meds than you will ever know, now fuck off and get my drugs, you cunt!

It is the utter contempt I have for these people, when they try to tell me that as a person who has had serious pain control problems, that I don't know how to take a paracetamol! I want a chemist to be quick, have my meds in stock and shut the fuck up when they give them to me and not want to discuss my delicate and tender mental health in front of a group of shaking methadone addicts. Oh the arrogance of it, what a load of utter shit eating cunts. Fuck, I am angry today, oops, forgot to take my meds. Meds that I will be on for the rest of my fucking life!
( Rev. Jayneflakes Buy my book, I need the cash for drugs and hookers, Thu 27 May 2010, 18:58, Reply)