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stack-audio

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Dec 10, 2024
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I've got several traumatic brain injuries including frontal lobe and the only drug that really helps me is diazepam, I was prescribed 14 tablets by my GP who asked me to ask my psychiatrist the next time I saw him if it was ok for me to have them as and when. Last week I had that meeting he said yes, I ordered them through my GP and everything seemed ok for a change people were actually listening to me. Then the next day my GP the head of the surgery got the secretary to call me and tell me that they have cancelled my prescription for diazepam as they are addictive, how old does this woman think I am fucking 12. So the secretary tells me the GP will call me this Friday as I got the call on the Tuesday after being told on the Monday I could have some for as and when. So Wednesday I called the surgery and told them I don't want a telephone conversation with that ignorant bitch and she could shove them up her arse (frontal lobe), now i feel so much better that she is no longer in control fucking bitch. I hate GPs.
 
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Jadeith

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Jan 14, 2025
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GPS are arseholes
And i literally started wondering why do you hate this poor navigation system so much
 
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My dyslexic ass though you mean actually GPS's and I was like, relatable.
 
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stack-audio

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Dec 10, 2024
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lol oh I see Global positioning systems, no General Practitioners who think they know better than the patient, when I saw my psyciatrist he mentioned suicidal thoughts so I listed my top five and when I mentioned Phenobarbital he moved his chair forward and just happened to have his prescription pad in his hand. I said are you going to give me a prescription for Phenobarbital and he said no I'm not, just for those few seconds I don't think I've been so happy in a long time all I could think about was drinking it as soon as I got back to my car and just waiting to die. He tricked me bastard, I don't think he was impressed with the look on my face though I was grinning from ear to ear when I thought he was gonna write me the script.