Ive just had some blood results for my 22 month old that was like a punch in the fucking stomach so I may well be projecting my rage on the bitch that called me.
So, she calls, is this Ducks Mum?
Yes.
We have his blood results can you pick them up?
I say yes but I have a broken so I wont be able to for a few days, can she just give me the numbers now. (Im poised with a pen)
She literally sighs a big sigh, tuts. She fucking TUTS at me, says in a huffy teenage voice "we're really busy."
I say no problem and hang up.
I call their sister surgery and ask the receptionist there if she has time to read some blood results for my son, she does it takes 20-30 seconds.
Then mrsh Huffy Puffy calls me back again, she said I didnt let her finish. i said no, she made herself quite clear and I got the results from the other surgery so its no problem now. She starts tutting and huffing and puffing again, "oh well then, ."
I told her that she was incredibly rude on the phone and hung up.
Dont they fucking know some of these results are the difference between life and death? I quality of life?
Fcking bitch.