GP Receptionists

BMRJ9J Receptionist in a doctor's office greets a patient.

The medics are great, really lovely, but the receptionists?!?

Christ knows how many there are, I requested a repeat prescription on Tuesday afternoon, went in the following Monday (WELL after the required 48 hours) and they STILL took about a quarter of an hour to find the friggin’ thing. It was only in the box right under the silly bint’s nose all that time. Fuck me was I ready to kick some arse, although even my size 12 would have got lost permanently, I think.

And they bombard me with fuckwit questions, trying to imply that I am at fault in some way. All this from some twat who’s so far down the evolutionary scale she’s still not walking on her hind legs alone, it was Feb 22, yet still wearing Christmas party make-up, i.e. gold aerosol (should this be arsehole??!) spray paint, and eye-liner / road-tar applied, I think, while she was wearing boxing gloves.

If you don’t feel fucking awful when you see the medic, the receptionist will make you feel like the wrath of God. I don’t think I’ve ever met one who couldn’t be replaced by a well-trained pigeon.

CUNTS, the whole fucking lot of them.

Nominated by: HBelindaHubbard

14 thoughts on “GP Receptionists

  1. Yep, you have got a point. But my GP’s receptionist is sexy as hell and wears tight sweaters. I swear, the other day, she winked at me. It took about 2 hours for the erection to subside.

  2. Well cunted, and nice work, Flaxon Saxon on the sustained bar-up. My GP also has very sexy receptionist. We bump into each other at the supermarket sometimes. If I see her again in the coffee aisle I going to have a go at chirping her.

  3. The ones where I used to live were bossy, semi-retired trolls, have been previously employed guarding the gates of Mordor…

  4. A fucking breed apart, spawn of Satan, Yog Sothoth’s hand maidens and sponsored by the manufacturers of blood pressure medicaments.

    Cunts!

  5. I’m not sure I get patronised, it’s more like interrogation as they try to ask you how I’ll you are now, some sort of amateur triage conducted by jobsworth spinsters.
    The force is strong here with the temptation to offer something really obnoxious to foil them.
    Try coryza next time, an old-fashioned name for a cold, I used to put it on my self certification forms and the gels in the office at work would get really worried.

    • Interesting. We don’t get that shit from non-medically qualified ‘triage practitioners’ in New Zealand, Probably because we have to pay $60 every time we see a GP. Fuck, the receptionists are winking at the customers and beckoning them through the door- I wonder why..

  6. Good cunting. I just thought it was my surgery where the receptionists are self important, patronising cunts but it seems they are everywhere.

  7. First you have to get to see one orf the cows. At me quacks it’s telephone appointments only. Can a punter get through on the phone? Endlessly engaged naturally then multi choice message kicks in at which point I get charged for the call at their Shylock rates so in desperation limp me old arse doin there. Bolshie bints gabbing at each other ignoring the phones. Yours truly makes his presence felt.
    Can have an on the day appointment if it’s urgent enough so what’s the problem squire?
    Apparently suppurating haemorrhoids don’t count. The doctors say you need to make a telephone appointment. That is the system sorreeee……..fuck fuck treble fuck. Pull me master stroke and whip oit me old cunt phone and dial the buggers there and then. Smile sweetly at the ringing and say “I think that call might be for you”, why not answer it. So she does with total contempt and I get me appointment and a roind orf applause from one orf the punters sat in reception. Others sthumm like frightened rabbits. Victory orf sorts but oooh me arse.
    Such is NHS England.

    • Indeed! That phone lark is a real masterpiece of obfuscation. I had my asthma review last week, it ain’t asthma it’s the fags of course, and got a bollocking from nurse wheezy for going on to e cigs. Eh?! Despite Public Health England saying they contain 95% fewer toxins than the real deal and might be bring prescribed soon on the NHS it seems they would rather you go up in smoke.
      I bet Customs and Excise have their beady eye on the ecig market as well.
      You can’t win, think I’ll take up a decent smack habit as a dirty protest. Tossers.

  8. GP receptionists main duty seem to be prevent us from seeing the GP. As I have explained to the animated gargoyle at my surgery I don’t need to divulge any medical details to her. Now my doctors has a system where you have to book a week in advance. I have not been for the last 5 years and before that I hadn’t been to a GP for 10 years. Hardly overloading the system am I?

    Why is it that people without jobs seem to take precedent over those of us who pay for the fucking system?

    • I have only been to the doctors three times in the last thirty odd years, and two of those were because of a work related injury. Place is full of workshy hypochondriac cunts looking at getting a new notability car. Here in the socialist republic of Wales we have free prescriptions so they are round the block queuing for their gratis mess such as trammadol and the like. So, it’s up to the 200 or so tax payers left here to pick up the tab, at the same time not getting an appointment cos of a glut of spongers. Ooooh, I think I need a doctor, my blood pressure has just gone critical!

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