I think I've blogged about my dislike for the scam that is dentistry in the UK before, but today I left the place IN TEARS. And not from physical pain.
I had a checkup and they wouldn't give me any antibiotics for my wisdom tooth that's gotten a bit infected again (the reason I went in the first place). Then when I was done, the receptionist told me it was £51 for the check up and the cleaning (the totally pointless cleaning, seeing as every fucking time I go there I get told how amazingly I clean my teeth and there's hardly any reason for them to clean them. WHICH, by the way, I did NOT ask for). I asked if I could pay it later, seeing as 1: I have done that before I think, 2: I've seen other people do that before, with no problem from beyotch receptionist lady, and 3: c'mon!! it's not especially unusual for somoene to do that. And 4: because you don't know how much it's going to be til after they've seen you, so how the fuck are you supposed to know how much money to bring?
I wanted to pay later because I have two bank cards and I didn't know which one had money in it. If I've gone overdrawn on either, I get a bank charge.
But no. receptionist shrew lady acted like I was pretending like I was going to pay it when it was patently obvious I was never going to pay, and was going to spend all my money on drugs and antifreeze. The reception was full of people, all in a tiny room, so everything we were saying was clearly obvious to them, and I left the place feeling like they all got to see someone who was going to have to turn a few more tricks that night to pay the rent. It was humiliating.
I asked her 'well can I pay it later?' and she was like 'Well you SHOULD pay it now.' Well, in that sentence it sounds like there is an option to NOT pay it now. HENCE MY ASKING IF I COULD PAY IT LATER. But she was adamant that I should pay it now. Fine then, but then she's all 'you don't go to Tesco's and pay later, do you?' and that kind of thing. FUCK YOU LADY AT THE DENTISTS. Honestly, she is the one thing that makes me hate that place. She's so supercillious and clearly gets enjoyment out of other's anguish at both being in dental pain, and having to pay through the nose depsite them NOT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT.
I hate that place. I. Hate. It. And most of all, I hate YOU, dental receptionist lady.
To be fair though, my actual dentist is the loveliest lady ever, even though she keeps calling me Byrony and won't give me antibiotics.