Thursday August 27 2009, around 15:30.
Cough worse, hearing worse, chilled to the bone, spine feels like a rod of ice.
Doctor office: "Rozelle Medical Centre."
Enter. Register, hand over Medicare card, etc. Wait, maybe three minutes.
Hot sweat. Hair sodden. Cough harsh.
Handed file folder, directed to Room 5.
Doctor seated at desk. I give them the folder. They glance at it.
"And what can we do for you today?"
"Well, my immediate problems are my hearing and I've lost 30 kilos in a few weeks, a third of my body weight. But I seem to also have a number of other problems."
"Then we can't help you."
"I beg your pardon?"
Very loudly and emphatically: "I said, we cannot help you."
"Are you saying you won't help me?"
They shrug, doesn't answer, walks to the door, opens it and gestures for me to leave.
"Well thank you for nothing."
True life in Rozelle. Sworn affidavit available on request.