The NHS sucks

I went to work yesterday. They sent me home because I couldn't talk. So I decided to go to the doctor. Apparently you have to register with doctors over here, so I thought bugger that and went to the Tooting walk in centre. I filled in a form and gave it back to the front desk, where the nurse pointed to a sign saying:
Cold and Flu like symptoms

If you have the following symptoms:
Sore throat, cough, headache, fever, runny nose, vomitting +/- diahorrea
We can not help you. Please go to your local pharmacist, drink plenty of water and get plenty of rest.

I had duely noted this sign and decided that I was indeed sick enough to see someone. The nurse tried to convince me otherwise. I told her that I am prone to chest infections. She replied with 'I understand you are concerned for your health, but we are too busy to help you'. I refused to leave and she eventually let me see someone.
The nurse I got to see came out with the same old question they always ask me: 'Have you got asthma?'
Goddamn, I dont know if I have asthma. Shouldn't you know, being a health professional and all????
I went home with some nice antibotics, to find a package for me! Hurrah! I love heff! I love heff so much! Nobody else would send me cd's half way round the world! If anyone sees heff, give him a tackling hug for me.
My day was then made even better by a call from kimbo, who told me that Keith from Eastenders had just been into the Leg. I love Eastenders. Me and my housemate Zoe watch it all the time. Hurrah for Keith.

Now ive got that off my chest, im going to crawl back into my sick bed
(actually, I really dont feel that sick, its more that I just can't talk properly. Otherwise I would be at work bringing in the £££)

xxx Cat (aka Nancy von Trigger)



Oh my god,
keith is even better looking in person (no wait....i mean the other one, mingin'). Am so excited, Keith is coming in to the Leg again on saturday night for a suprise birthday party and i get to serve him.

In other news, I enjoyed my second 21st birthday party at the leg on Wednesday night, complete with helium balloons (sadly not gerbiloons), cake, champagne, badges and streamers. It was also deemed appropriate that all female staff wear tiny mini skirts and hula necklaces. It was most excellent. Ashtead residents did not find it so excellent however and made several calls to the police in regard to the noise. Made it to 5.00am before a continued losing streak in Playstation soccer sent me to bed. Next morning i was disgruntled to find that some loser had opened my precious bottle of champagne and left it in the boys kitchen. After interrogating the boys, it was discovered that the wanker who had necked the champagne bottle was in fact me. After a very very long shift yesterday, the excitement continued at the leg with the intruder alarm going off in the early hours of the morning. While everyone else crept about downstairs with hammers and screwdrivers i was left sleeping at the mercy of axe-murderers and escaped mental patients. No burglar was found, but we have reason to believe that someone was definately checking the place out. There are quite a few local crazies who have it in for the leg so its all very exciting. It is my belief that The Leg of Mutton and Cauliflower is in fact the next terrorist target.

Alert but not alarmed,
bo

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