Ooo-wee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly, oh-oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore

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Ah, Friday. *blink* it's Monday. How the hell does that happen? But hey - I'm in the space just before the blink right now, and I'm going to enjoy it.

Saying that the British medical system is flawed is like saying a sieve is 'porous'. Unbeknownst to me (and to my gynae back in SA, fucker) you need a prescription for contraception in this country. That's medical contraception y'all, not that of the 'roll it on' type (can you picture, the guy behind the counter at the cafe, asking for a prescription). This is actually most likely the reason for Ian's response of 'You need a prescription? You're a fertile woman, there's your prescription.' Sadly, I doubt the presence of my boobs and a fully functioning womb will be enough to win over the lady at Boots, and as such, I have had to seek out a doctor's appointment.

BUT WAIT...

Such a strange creature does not exist in the UK! Whilst appointments roam freely, undisturbed and made full use of, in South Africa, 6 days a week; they are an extinct species in London. You must register with a doctor in your home area; but they aren't open on Saturdays or past 6pm. Call-outs are for emergencies only. Thus, you must take time off work to go and see said doctor. But wait, you cannot pre-book appointments. You have to call THAT DAY in the hopes of finding an appointment, when the office opens, by which time you will have missed the transport that gets you to work on time. You can take the morning off to secure an appointment, but chances are that you will probably only get an appointment for the afternoon, so what the hell - take THE WHOLE DAY OFF, that's IF you get an appointment for the same day.

Good bloody luck.

No, you don't pay for this service (no one would DARE ask you to) but hey - I'm prepared to pay for a little efficiency here. God forbid you ever actually get ill, because sitting in a doctor's surgery waiting for a cancellation to get a doctor's letter while you sweat and cough and shiver sounds like fun.

Yes, I understand that there is a medical responsibility to ensure that very young women or girls do not have the ability to get their hands on contraception that might be the wrong dosage for them, thereby possibly rendering them infertile. But do I look like a 15 year old? Do I look insecure when I ask for the pill in the queue? No - because I've been on this particular pill for years. I'm doing the responsible thing, taking care of my own reproductive health, and I get treated like I'm being unreasonable.

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Too many services in internet called Ask a Doctor simply have no license for the activity who it supervises and how with these to struggle? WBR LeoP

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