the angry anorexic

I am livid, its not the norm for me to advertise my eating disorder, its probably fairly obvious to others and its not really what you say when you meet somebody for the first time, "hi my name is L and I am an anorexic", which is why it was with sheer horror that I picked up a letter from the hospital dealing with my apparent issues tonight when I got home from my usual punishing 1212 calorie burning in the gym. The 'Eating Disorder Service' had kindly used the window of the envelope to advertise themselves. Basically, they'd not really folded the letter properly and plain as day in the window was the name of the department so now my postman, the people wotking in the sorting office and who knows who else all now know that they are writing to me. Ironically enough the letter mentions about confidentiality and how if I wanted them to write to the Partners in my office saying I need time off for appointments they would and as a matter of confidentiality they wouldn't use letterhead so the Partners need not know which service I am using. No, they might not know but the sodding postman does.

Grrrrrrrr. I am finding I get more and more disillusioned with the NHS every time I have to deal with them. Maybe the National Health Disservice would be a better name.

Speaking of which, is it false advertising to call something a 'Lucky Dip' if the purchaser doesn't then go on to win a single penny with the so called lucky selection of numbers? Or is it just lucky that you didn't keep that £1 to buy 12 cheese topped rolls with? That issue is for another day, I cannot talk about the dreaded and irresistable cheese topped rolls right now because I'll probably not sleep for thinking about them.

Anyway I am off to write to the National Lottery and threaten them with false advertising.

Good night.