"The fear really hits you. That's what you feel first. And then it's the anger and frustration." - Charles Bronson

This evening I am simply going to directly quote an email/message thing I sent just to sum up my main thoughts at the moment.

"Due to the collective mental retardation of the Maltese medical system, no one knows when my fucking operation is due. It wouldn't be this annoying if it were a proper mistake but having your surgeon cousin call and say, "Yeah, the specialist never came to work ...", tends to be a bit fucking frustrating. Henceforth, RANT MODE ON!


OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Stupid bloody medical douchebags. Honestly? He never came to work? What the fuck was he doing? Just shows up when he pleases because he has a fucking alphabet in front of his name and a "Dr." just before it, eh? Why bother going to fucking work regularly like normal people? God knows you are the largest cocked, piece of shit surgeon on this god-forsaken planet.

Also, I wouldn't be this annoyed if it were just a routine thing, but when something's been annoying a person for over 6 months and this whole operation prepping thing has been going on for at least the past 2 months, you'd think the one person that needs to make a call to give a fucking date would be there, but noooooooo! It's not their fucking arse that is on the line, it's anyone else's and they couldn't be fucked to show up in an office or even make a simple bloody call.

Rant mode off. I'm sure you enjoyed it."

You may notice this is written much more informally than my usual writing here, but that's how I roll.

Good evening the interwebz.