Brothers and Sisters!
Today’s moment for thought is dedicated to our wonderful British National Health Service. The envy of the world, it performs a sterling function in the community, for which I do not feel sufficient appreciation is given. As you know, illness is generally suffered by old people, and old people can be notoriously difficult to deal with, especially in times of stress, so I think doctors generally, and nurses especially, show incredible patience.
Doctor – dear nameless doctor ( because I never get to see the same one twice) – why do you need to know what’s wrong with me before you see me? Why, when I call to make an appointment, do I get fed this line:
“For what reason do you want to see a doctor? The doctors have requested that I ask you this.”
“Er…why?” I presume my answer – this information, if…
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