Medical moans

I have never liked hospitals. I have never really liked doctors very much (sorry to any medical personnel reading this, I know you're only doing your job, but I find it upsetting!) Many of my friends and acquaintances seem to have health check-ups at the drop of a hat and are grateful for what they're told. I don't. I, on the other hand, am deeply ungrateful. For some reason, I never feel that I'm being helped; rather, it's as though I've been pulled into the head teacher's office and scolded severely for something that really isn't my fault. So, you see, having to visit doctors and hospitals, have surgery, treatment and follow-ups is my idea of hell. For me, it's not just unpleasant or a minor disruption to my life. It's a living nightmare. I really, really hate it all. The trouble is, once you're in the system, it's very difficult to break free without breath being sucked in over teeth and more disapproving looks being thrown your way. It feels like a huge invasion of privacy to have your doctor phone to ask why you haven't been to see them for a while - and even more of an invasion of privacy to have your specialist nurse phone for no reason other than to ask if you've had any problems. I can be proactive; I'm not stupid - or at least I don't think I am. If I have any concerns, I'll contact a doctor or phone the nurse. I don't need to be hounded and hunted, chivvied and chased.

So, I really hope tomorrow goes well and they leave me alone again for a while. For now, all I want to do is shout, "Enough!"