PAIN CLINIC FUCK-UP

Well that was fucking pointless!
If you are going to talk to me on the phone, DO NOT GET AN INDIAN DOCTOR WHO CAN'T SPEAK PERFECT ENGLISH!
So the outcome of this fucking useless telephone consultation is that without seeing me, he cannot do anything! God knows when I will see someone at the pain clinic again?
Since losing my legs back in 2013, Each time I've had an appointment with the pain clinic, they have fucking cancelled on me.
I've actually been waiting for this one since December.
He suggested that I should change my insulin, for which I have demanded my GP to do this for the last three times I've seen them, but each time they have ignored my requests.
He even said I should lose weight!!!
The fucking failsafe word that the doctors come up with when they are fucking clueless.
I explained that I hardly eat anyway, way below the recommended calorie intake for a man of my age.
And the only reason why I look overweight is because of my lymphedma and the swelling of my tummy and stumps. (Another reason why I hate my photo being taken by Candy).
And get this, he wanted to know what my pain is like WHEN I WALK!!!
FFS!!!
THIS IS THE REASON WHY I DO NOT TRUST, LIKE, OR BELIEVE IN THE FUCKING NHS.
All the medical "professionals" here in North Yorkshire are fucking useless.
So that was a waste of a phone call.
I'm sorry for my swearing, but I am really pissed off now.