So, who is worse in the war of the receptionists – doctors or dentists?
I fear the dental reception because of the costs.
But boy do I fear the doctors because of their insistence that I tell them all my medical woes before I can get an appointment.
What’s going on there then?
There’s obviously some amount of guarding of the medics needed.
But having to stand there and prove your illness-worth in front of other waiting patients – who are so bored with year-old magazines that you can almost feel their ears flapping – is simply ghastly.
It’s really not that I have anything to hide.
However, if I wanted everyone to know why I was there in the first place I would walk down the high street with a megaphone.