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I make no apologies for my language in this thread, I am totally f*cking livid.
As the title suggests I have split personality., as any member who knows me there are three Laurie's in here. There is me (Mr Laurie) the real me, he is everyone's best friend and defender, then there is little_Laurie my inner child who loves to run around and feel the warm grass between his toes on a summers day, he is the little me I savedbform the other Laurie **** HIM ****, don't piss him off for heavens sake, *Him* really is the nastiest bastard you will ever meet. *Him* is the coming together of all the traumas, abuses and personifies all the evil bastards who abused little_Laurie from the tender age of three, I located little Laurie aged five in therapy huddled in the corner covers in blood and bruises, dirty and knelt in the corner terrified of *Him*.
Well some stupid bastard has let *Him* out of his cage tonigt. As I threaded earlier i had to be rushed back into hospital today. Well that asshole Dr did just that and I have never been so f*cking angry in my 45 years of life.
I told that wanker consultant that I had to walk the two miles from the bloody hospital to e bus station and stood a good chance of missing the last bus home. Well they took x rays of my chest and blood tests at 8pm. Both sets of results were back within half an hour because the nurse informed me that my bloods were clear and my HB was satisfactory, at the same time she placed the xray down in front of the Dr. He sat there for nearly two hours giggling with the pretty young student nurse stuffing his fat bastaed face with bacon rolls, donuts and slurping his coffee. Then at 2215 this evening he flipped open the manila envelope containing my xray. Turned to the same nurse and declared I was fit for discharge.
I then had to practically march the 2 miles down to the town to catch my bus home. I arrived at the bus station 17 minutes later soaking f*cking wet because it was literally pissing it down. I was soaked to the f*cking skin just to to see the last bus leave the bus station and drive away.
As I only had my bus fare home I could not afford a taxi. I could not find a phone box to call my mum to pay for a taxi home. I had no credit on my mobile, so I am rightly pissed off now because I have had to f*cking walk ten bastard miles in the pouring f*cking rain at gone bloody midnight to get home.
That wanker must have known I would miss that last bus.
It took me nearly f*cking 4 hours to walk home, soaking wet. Tired and hungry.
I am a UK Armed Forces veteran and this is how the bastard NHS treated me. I wonder why *him* escaped.
As the title suggests I have split personality., as any member who knows me there are three Laurie's in here. There is me (Mr Laurie) the real me, he is everyone's best friend and defender, then there is little_Laurie my inner child who loves to run around and feel the warm grass between his toes on a summers day, he is the little me I savedbform the other Laurie **** HIM ****, don't piss him off for heavens sake, *Him* really is the nastiest bastard you will ever meet. *Him* is the coming together of all the traumas, abuses and personifies all the evil bastards who abused little_Laurie from the tender age of three, I located little Laurie aged five in therapy huddled in the corner covers in blood and bruises, dirty and knelt in the corner terrified of *Him*.
Well some stupid bastard has let *Him* out of his cage tonigt. As I threaded earlier i had to be rushed back into hospital today. Well that asshole Dr did just that and I have never been so f*cking angry in my 45 years of life.
I told that wanker consultant that I had to walk the two miles from the bloody hospital to e bus station and stood a good chance of missing the last bus home. Well they took x rays of my chest and blood tests at 8pm. Both sets of results were back within half an hour because the nurse informed me that my bloods were clear and my HB was satisfactory, at the same time she placed the xray down in front of the Dr. He sat there for nearly two hours giggling with the pretty young student nurse stuffing his fat bastaed face with bacon rolls, donuts and slurping his coffee. Then at 2215 this evening he flipped open the manila envelope containing my xray. Turned to the same nurse and declared I was fit for discharge.
I then had to practically march the 2 miles down to the town to catch my bus home. I arrived at the bus station 17 minutes later soaking f*cking wet because it was literally pissing it down. I was soaked to the f*cking skin just to to see the last bus leave the bus station and drive away.
As I only had my bus fare home I could not afford a taxi. I could not find a phone box to call my mum to pay for a taxi home. I had no credit on my mobile, so I am rightly pissed off now because I have had to f*cking walk ten bastard miles in the pouring f*cking rain at gone bloody midnight to get home.
That wanker must have known I would miss that last bus.
It took me nearly f*cking 4 hours to walk home, soaking wet. Tired and hungry.
I am a UK Armed Forces veteran and this is how the bastard NHS treated me. I wonder why *him* escaped.