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The Splendiferous Effect of an Odd Prescription

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I’m not dying.

Well, I am, of course. In the sense that we are all dying. Me first? You first? Who knows.

But I’m not actively dying of anything awful.

I’ve just been a bit poorly.

Usually, I sleep a lot and wait until I feel better, but that wasn’t happening, so I did something I only do about once every ten years: I phoned the doctor’s surgery.

Oh dear. Things have changed since I last phoned the doctor. You can’t get an appointment now. If it is an emergency, you have to call at 8 a.m. when they open, and if you are first in the queue, you get seen that day.

But I didn’t feel like an emergency, so I figured stealing an emergency appointment from someone with a real emergency wouldn’t be right.

[That sentence has three “emergencies” in it. Let me fix that.]

I didn’t feel like an imminent quandary, so I figured stealing a crisis appointment from someone with a real predicament wouldn’t be right. [Thanks, Thesaurus.]

So I phoned the nearest Natural Health Centre instead.