Back To The Clinic

After my last experience at the family planning clinic, going back wasn’t an exciting prospect.

I want this silly implant removed. I hoped it wouldn’t make my depression worse – it did. As well as killing my sex drive.
I rang my doctors to try and make an appointment, yes, I was being optimistic here! They of course told me to go to the drop in clinic.
The hours for this are 6pm – 8pm. I finish work at 6.30pm and headed straight there. You have to go in by a back door, and ring an exceedingly loud buzzer to try and get in. This time someone answered, last time I went I had to wait until someone else came out so I could get in!
There’s no directions to the waiting room, so you wonder around lost for a little while, then you’re greeted by the most grumpy women possible who look at you like dirt. I don’t see why, they’re there for the same reasons as me.
When the lady finally turned around to notice me, it’s awkward. You don’t get a nice greeting. “I’ll just have to go check to see if we’re still taking patients”. It’s only been half an hour since they opened and they’re full already?! There was about seven other ladies in the room waiting, and two children strangling each other.
She returned, and passed me a scrap of paper. Tick the box you are here for. I ticked ‘Implant removal’.
“You need an appointment for that.” That was the answer I was expecting. I tried to get an appointment with the doctor, he sent me here.
She sent me off to see someone to try and get me an appointment. This is a great improvement – last time I had to wait an hour to be told I needed an appointment.
“Oh, that rooms locked”. So we discussed in the corridor.
A lady took a look at my implant, and said she would be able to fit me in tomorrow, but at another clinic, and at 6.30pm.
So, I guess I’ll see if this other clinic is any nicer tomorrow! If I can find it, that is.