Hilarious
Last night I had the most hilarious conversation with LELI ever.
It started with a text from him saying “Funny went to the doctor apparently i am not registered i have to wait till tuesday dangerous to be ill in the uk.”
I responded, already laughing because I assumed he hasn’t bothered to register with a doctor despite living here for over 3 years. Or possibly didn’t tell them of his change of address. Or any number of idiotic things - he is incredibly clever, but incredibly stupid when it comes to everyday things. My response - “Are you okay? Did you register before?”
He rang me then. I can just imagine him jumping up and down, waving his arms in his cute Italian way. “I went to the doctors. Of course I was registered, they removed me from the register.”
“Why did they do that?”
“They said they sent me a letter, and I didn’t respond, of course I didn’t I never received the letter so how could I respond?”
“Did they send the letter to your old address?”
“No, they sent it to number 33, they got the address wrong, they said I told them the wrong address but they are the idiots who got it wrong, so now I have to re-register and I can’t see a doctor until Tuesday, I could be dying and the system here doesn’t care.”
“So, let me get this right, you turn up at the doctors unannounced on the Friday afternoon before a Bank Holiday, you aren’t even registered with them, and they have got you an appointment for Tuesday morning. That sounds pretty good to me.”
By this time I am almost rolling on the floor laughing, as he get’s more and more hysterical.
“But this is stupid, I want to turn up and see a doctor, I could be dying, rant rant rant.”
“LELI, you have a bad eye, you are not dying.” (he has a sore bit on his eyelid for god’s sake, that is all).
“The health system in this country is rubbish, I could be dying and they do not care.”
“But you are not dying, so you can’t actually comment on that. And I don’t believe if you turned up on a Friday at a doctor’s in Italy they would see you immediately.”
I then made a mistake. “Why don’t you try the pharmacist?”
I hear the explosion on the other end of the phone. “I went there already, and from 20 miles away he looked at my eye and declared it was not conjunctivitus, but suggested some cream which I looked at and it is mostly water so why should I put that in my eye if it won’t help anyway…….”
Bless.
He had an opticians appointment this morning, I haven’t yet heard how it went!