Rev's blog: "WTF?"

I love Scotland's National Health Service, I really do.

For the past few weeks I've had problems with my right eye - some swelling and an itchy irritation. It wasn't giving me too much cause for concern as I have hayfever, and it just felt like a bad dose of that. I'd tried hayfever eye-drops, but to no avail. This isn't unusual because, despite what it says on the commercial, these things don't always work for everyone. My anti-histamines had no real effect either, but again this isn't unusual for me. Normally when I get a bad dose of hayfever I just have to grin and bear it.

Anyhoo - I woke up at around 4:30am this morning with a burning pain in my eye. When I tried to open it, I found I couldn't. I went to the bathroom to check it out in the mirror and discovered that it had swollen to the size of a golf ball. When I forced my eyelids opened with my fingers (which was fuckin agony) I discovered my eye was almost totally red and so swollen that it looked like it was sticking out of my socket. I took a couple of pain killers, which kinda helped, and waited until 8:30am when my doctor's office is open to recieve calls for an emergency appointment. I got an appointment for 9:40am - an hour and ten minutes later!

I get to the doc's and only have to wait 10 minutes after my appointed time to be seen. The doc examined my eye and said that it looked like I had an infection, but there was a 'growth' under my eyelid. She said that the growth appeared to be a swollen blood vessel and nothing to worry about, but she couldn't tell for sure due to the swelling. She prescribed eye drops for me, which are both antibiotic and anti-inflammatory. It's now around 3 and a half hours since I applied the eye drops and there is already a marked difference. The swelling has gone down CONSIDERABLY. I can now open and close my eyelids no problem, vision has returned to my eye (if somewhat blurry) and the redness is all but gone. So, it looks like it's just an infection, time will tell, but I'm not worried about it.

The cost of this to me? £3. That's THREE UK POUND STERLING - the standard cost of prescriptions in Scotland. No waiting, no fucking about, no insurance companies involved, no expense what-so-ever - I FUCKING LOVE THE NHS!

Sure, it isn't perfect. Sure it has it's problems. But it really fucking pisses me off when people in the UK only look at the negative and use it to belittle and devalue what is an amazing service. It also pisses me off when people focus on the negatives in the USA and use these as ammunition when arguing against socialised health care in the USA.

The good carried out by the NHS and it's hardworking, tireless and selfless staff far outweighs the bad shit. The good stuff should be shouted from the fucking rooftops. Anyone entitled to use this service should be singing it's fucking praises. Unconstructive criticism about how the service is funded, how procedures and drugs are allocated and about the red tape bogging the service down serves no purpose what-so-ever, except to dishearten it's staff and to tarnish it's reputation.

Did I mention that I FUCKING LOVE THE NHS!

I love Fubar because:

I can keep in touch with people on Fubar, but can't on FaceBook.

I can chat privately with people on Fubar, but can't on FaceBook.

I can upload and tag photos on Fubar, but can't on FaceBook.

I can play mafia on Fubar, but can't on FaceBook.

I can send/recieve pretend drinks and gifts to friends on Fubar, but can't on FaceBook.

I can send/recieve private messages on Fubar, but can't on FaceBook.

I can comment/post mumms on Fubar, but can't on FaceBook - ooooh DING DING DING we have a winner!

MUMMS - The ONLY difference between Fubar and FaceBook.

You may talk amongst yourselves now, if anyone reads this shit, that is.

If you see a member that obviously appears to be under-age for this site, either report them or ignore them. Leaving abusive comments on the photos of someone you believe to be a child? What kinda fucked-up bully are you? You people are fucked in the head. :D

So... I had to go out for a bit, came back, logged on... only to discover that I had a Happy Hour?!

WTF?! I didn't buy said Happy Hour, so a big THANK YOU to whoever did. I did leave a comment on Mike's profile saying he should buy me something nice... maybe it was him. Who knows...

Tomorrow I'm doing this:

http://www.ecoventures.co.uk/

Part of a birthday gift from my wifey. I can't fuckin wait. :D

Whales and dolphins, motherfuckers!

I created a fubar only facebook account.

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/DonkeyGod

If you want to add me on this, put whatever name your using in the comments of this blog so I know who you are.

So, I survived a trip to IKEA this evening, despite the fact that they had a SALE on. We've done some decorationg so, being a woman, my wife felt the urge to purchase new lightshades and accessories, etc. I fucking hate IKEA.

IF YOU'RE GOING TO IKEA...

...and you have a baby - leave the fucking thing at home or in your car. Not everyone appreciates the incesent mewling and crying that is coming from your brat.

...and you're old and infirm - stay in your fucking house. You've lived a long life, you deserve a break. Employ someone else to go for you. Someone who can walk faster than a snail, someone who doesn't meander all over the fucking place with no regards to who is behind them. Someone who can read the labels without having to hold the shit 2 inches from their face. And for fuck sake, make sure that someone has their teeth in.

...and you have young children - put them on a fucking leash. It's a fucking shop, not a big fucking play park. Oh, and if your 'free to roam' offspring happens to run into me and I say "watch where you're fucking going", don't give me dirty looks or tut-tut me for swearing at your children. CONTROL your fucking children and that kind of shit won't happen in the first place

...and you are a huge big fucking fat person - now, being a fat bastard myself, this isn't an attack on the overweight. It's an attack on people so fucking big, that the only other time you'll see a mammal that large is at the fucking zoo, on safari or on Animal Planet channel. If your arse is wider than the fucking aisle, should you really be stuffing 4 IKEA hotdogs into your fucking face? And, I don't mind you being that big, but when I say "excuse me, please" so I can get around your fat arse, I mean MOVE your fat fucking arse so that I can get by. I don't mean turn fucking sideways, because I can't get past your fucking gut anymore than I can get past your fucking arse.

...and you see me walking in the opposite direction of the arrows on the ground, DON'T fucking tell me I'm going the wrong way. Fuck you, how do you know where I'm going you stalking cunt? It's not the road system. If I want to walk against the flow of the fucking arrows then I'll walk against the flow of the fucking arrows and you'll fucking like it.

Finally - to the old coffin-dodging cunt who was wearing beige shorts, beige shirt, grey socks and black sports sandals - LOOK IN THE DIRECTION THAT YOU'RE PUSHING YOUR CART, not at some young woman's arse. I really didn't appreciate your cart-load of flat packed furniture smacking into the back of my knees. And, your "I'm sorry" didn't cut it, you old cunt, not when you are wearing socks and fucking sandals.

Finally finally - to the ugly goth lookin chick with the RED hair, driving a yellow Mini - those black and white lines on the ground mean PEDESTRIAN CROSSING. You're supposed to fucking STOP and let people walk across the street. So giving me dirty looks because I just marched on out there, and caused you to carry out an emergency stop procedure won't fucking help you. Reading the Highway Code, that's what will fucking help you.