Cough, cough

This post is a little out of sequence, but it doesn't really matter.

Imagine the scenario - about two weeks ago and all of a sudden I feel like I've swallowed razor blades and I'm coughing all night. All night, every night for a week. (OK, about 4 days, but you get the idea.)

So Saturday morning comes around and I've had enough of being kept awake by my own coughing, so I think to myself; I know I'll make an appointment to see the doctor. It's a reasonable plan - right??

So:

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Docs: Hello! How can I help you?
(notice: (a)It's Saturday and they've picked up the phone - it's not an answering machine and (b)It's not a sarky woman answering the phone like she can't be bothered.)

Me: I'd like to make an appointment to see a GP please.

Docs: OK, well today we're only open until 1pm....hang on let me check......

Me: Cough, cough, OK.

Docs: Could you come in at midday?

Me: (Almost dead from shock, never mind cough) Midday today?? (Thinking, more likely midday in two weeks time like at home - when clearly in two weeks time you'll either be dead or better.)

Docs: Yes, sorry, that's the earliest I can fit you in. (Apologises for not fitting me more quickly!!)

Me: Yes, that would be fine, thank you.

So you see what I'm getting at here??? You could have knocked me down with a feather frankly. Let me just clarify:
Shock number 1: You can get an appointment on the day you ring up.
Shock number 2: They don't scowl at you like you're a walking harbinger of death.
Shock number 3: It was the weekend!!!

So, impressive huh?

And what's more my cough is more like ahem, ahem now rather than the coughing freak I was before. What more could you want from a medical service?