As usual, I didn't see him, I saw his registrar (junior doctor/helper person/lie deflector).
I pointed out the blazing, excruciating sore (cancer) on my lower lip, the one I pointed out earlier (and that said doctor previously dismissed), which has subsequently grown and is now causing constant discomfort.
After several minutes of hidden discussion between the two of them, it was decreed that they should finally take the biopsy after all.
I protested loudly that by now it was pretty fucken obvious it was cancer so please don't put me through a needless and beyond-painful procedure – but no.
The doctor, who didn't want to see me face-to-face, said a biopsy was the only way they could proceed in my treatment.
"We never cut open something that we haven't diagnosed" was the priceless quote.
If you've ever had a needle inserted into a lip ulcer, you are well acquainted with unspeakable pain...
Anyway, I have to return on Feb 2 and then who knows what delights or prevarication they have in store.
When all this is over I will be more than happy to name the doctor, this regional Head Honcho – who clearly relishes his demigod status and whose dismissive attitude brings to mind Simon Cowell – in the hope of opening the door to the numerous younger professionals who could replace him.
Twice now he's lied to cover his own poor advice.
I'm glad I've asked Mick to accompany me at all appointments.
It means I have backup should I need it when I launch into an ill-advised lawsuit.
On a far happier note, it's a lovely full moon at the moment.
I feel like biting someone's head off:
Good luck with that and I hope your medical advice and treatment is receptive to your concerns.
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