Well, that’s it. The final nail in the coffin of any remaining trust I had in the medical system. I was already mildly alarmed on my last visit when I was cheerily asked if I’d be “happy for a junior” to take my blood. You know, because nothing says “confidence booster” like someone squinting at your vein while clutching a needle like it’s a chopstick.
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