My doctor; who has been my doctor for about 25 years, has left his practice and joined one of those evil, horrible Medical Centres. Actually it was more than a year ago, but I am not getting used to it. I can’t deal with this.
Medical Centres are evil, terrible carnivorous monsters who destroy individual doctor’s practices in the same way big multinationals destroy small businesses. Then they swallow these poor destroyed doctors up so they can torture them and their patients. They pretend to be after money but they actually have machines in every building that collect the energy of human pain and misery, that the Heads of the Medical Centres secretly gorge on becoming more powerful.
I have a few more theories but they may be a little unlikely. I only like to discuss theories that are clearly proved like the one above. Which is clearly the most rational explanation for Medical Centres. For instance the plot to destroy the human will so they can eat our souls is not at this point proven, although probable.
How do they maximise the misery they inflict? They stick these poor innocent, marvelous, life saving paragons of all known virtues into tiny, dingy, demoralizing “rooms”. The rooms are too small for them to bring their nice personal stuff or to stand up straight, an extra stab at their health, esteem and stamina. These rooms are also far too small for patient dignity and too dark for reliable examinations. They are so small that they have to have an extra room for vaccinations. Yes the doctors’ rooms are too small for the doctor to use a needle; even on children.
The vaccination room which is run by a nurse is huge, absolutely gargantuan, why you ask? To further demoralize the doctors and drive more wedges between them and their patients. Plus the constant moving between huge awful, bright rooms and titchy, dinky, dingy rooms induces a confusing mix of claustrophobia & agoraphobia rendering us vulnerable to further attacks.
No matter how much I love my doctor the waiting room and reception are solely there to try and keep the doctors and the patients apart. From the impossible complex methods to get an appointment, to the reception desk that is designed to be intimidating. Unlike his old receptionists who would let you know if you could go away & come back, and would let me hide in the car & wave when I should come in, you just have to sit in this centre’s cavernous, glass walled, bright as the fires of hell, bacteria swarming, stone chaired waiting room, for hours. I have no proof but I believe they have been instructed to do this by the government as a deterrant and to help cull the weak.
And you spend so much more time in this terrifying place with the constantly changing reception staff. They constantly change staff so no one accidentally grows a heart and shows sympathy to the patients, than you do with your beloved doctor.
I have no idea how to cope with this. I’m out of thyroid medicine. I have several symptoms that I can’t talk about anymore because my family will try and make me go to the doctor. I have self managed a few problems, but if my family finds out they are going to start supervising me more closely. We need some referrals and other medication. And I don’t know how to explain to the National Disability review why physical limitations have stopped me achieving my goals but they are not actually diagnosed.
But my doctor is being held prisoner in the foyer of Hell!