The UK is a joke

I called up my GP surgery at 8AM as they say to do so, and got an engage dial constantly for the next hour and a half upon repeated attempts to call (I tried again every 5 minutes). Then at 9.30AM, one hour and a half after they advertised for people to make appointments they FINALLY picked up the bloody phone, only for the receptionist to say call at 8AM.

I have a toenail that's turned purple and one of my fingers has lost most its sensation and isn't moving properly. I told them this. They said call 111. So I did. I went through a whole load of bureaucratic germanocracy. Then I was told maybe my problem wasn't serious, but go see the pharmacist on this street.

So I did. When I got there, I was told by the receptionist the pharmacist will see you in 10 minutes. I waited 20, no sign of them. It was in a supermarket, this pharmacy, so the security guard was watching me eagle-eyed thinking why is this guy stood there for so long? So I panicked and couldn't wait anymore and left. So much for healthcare in the UK.