Melissa Kite’s Real life
After three hours waiting, I am taken into a cubicle to be told by Nurse Ratched that there is nothing she can do. ‘Dermatology is not an emergency,’ she says sadistically, as I sit scratching myself into small pieces in front of her.
‘If I cut my hands off to stop them itching will that make it an emergency?’ I ask.
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