Caligula's Horse

Call me the new Spin Doctor…

Went to southampton for a long weekend due to it being bank holiday. We called the official holiday Rumadam - due to a year anniversary of me making an infamous cock-block on not one but two friends simultaneously whilst being very drunk on rum. To celebrate Rumadam weekend we kept with the true blocking spirit and convinced a girl, who Chester was trying to best moves, that our friend was in fact gay.

Then we later went to the casino. Since three of my friends go often, once boasting that he is ‘The Spin Doctor’ on account of never leaving a roulette table down on money. That night he lost £90 incredibly drunk. This would be tragic had I started playing blackjack with a mere £12 (not caring much for gambling) and finishing with £63. This makes things all the more tragic (yet hilarious). I am aware of my luck, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop rubbing in my good fortune.

Going Postal.

Psoriasis is worse than ever. It’s over my arms, legs, feet, hands, body and even spread across my forehead and little on my face. It itches and is sore, and I often wake up in the early hours of the morning due to clawing myself in my sleep. I have to have cold showers round this time to stop the itching, which in turn prevents me from sleeping afterwards.

I get a temporary appointment at the doctors where he prescribes me medicine that I know doesn’t work from experience (a doctor told me I need a steroid cream) but he refused my protests.

Another doctor refused to treat me for a temporary appointment after an hour of waiting (even though his receptionist said it was okay) and told me to go to my own GP.

After sending off for prescription from my Canterbury doctor, the return prescription got lost in the post. They won’t send me another one, presumably in case I’m lying and want to O.D. on cream?!?!

After waiting two hours at a hospital walk-in clinic the doctor simply told he could not treat me without a doctor’s referral.

Today I tried to register for a new medical centre. I turn up with my driver’s license and a letter from working as further confirmation of my address. Apparently the letter isn’t good enough, I need to get a utility bill or bank statement. I explained I live with my parents and thus have no bills in my name, and that due to taking part in online banking do not have any statements in letters. The receptionist continued to insist I must have one of the two.

In conclusion, after two weeks of constantly booking appointments and such I am still untreated, still itchy, and still sore. Going postal.