8 May, 2026 11:49

Back in the car this minute from the Narooma Dr Surgery and the place is a fucking joke.

Here’s the recent story, on top of previous abominations 

1. Had a brain scan. 

2. Had a skull scan.

3. Had a swab and infection tests.

4  Dr Fuckit said he’d call me when he got the results. He didn’t. 

5  Even after me organising an appointment today, rushed out ny Dr Fuckit like last time, I still don’t know any information at all about these scans. Important scans, he couldn’t give a fuck.

6. Appointments are made for by receptionist, who doesn’t give a fuck, for 11 and 11.30. Stupidly, nurse first, for injections, then doctor for advice about injections. But who gives a fuck.

7. I get there 8 minutes early out of respect. Doctors and nurse come out one side calling names, not far and not loudly. Who gives a fuck. I’m on the other side. No one tells me which side to wait. Who gives a fuck.

8. At 11.20AM both doctor and nurse come out and call my name but not coming out far and not calling loudly. I give a fuck so I go to them. I have to manage the interlude because no one else gives a fuck.

It’s fortuitous though because I can now get advice before injections. 

9.  Dr Fuckit isn’t going to say anything so I explain and answer the question so he has a view of the situation and can speak to it or ask anything at any time. No bites. I’m rushed out.

10. I wait again in one of the seating areas. A different one. At about 11.55 PM I get to see the nurse. The nurse tells me the flu shot costs $35. I find this out for the first time. 

11. Tge nurse speaks reasonable English, refreshingly, and appears engaged and enthusiastic. I tell him I am having trouble getting a new GP. And that Dr Fuckit doesn’t seem much to want me. Maybe the nurse will pass that on to Dr Fuckit and it changes for the better. 

I have a COVID SHOT.

Depressed, I call C. She’s at Ningaloo Reef. I’m thrilled for her.

I have nowhere to go, and don’t want to go anywhere. I get in the car and go south. Wind hits the car. I’m disconnected and would rather nit be alive. Apparently I’m going to stay in Quaama and decide to try to ignore the Quaama Stalker Creep. There’s no reason at all for me to be alive.

WARNING LIGHTS

About 2PM. South of Cobargo near Quaama.

I quickly pulled over and switched off the engine. Didn’t come on. Turned the engine on and off a few times. Light came on, didn’t, did. I checked water, all good.

Absolute panic. Is this the place I dive at a speeding truck?

I risked it to Cobargo. No warning lights. Checked water again, this is where I could work it out.

My car and eyes trouble always hits on a Friday or Saturday night.

No supermarket in Cobargo. Expensive towing.

I risked it to Narooma. Goat track hilly highway with no places to pull over . Big risk.

Made it. Then to Bodalla. Then to Moruya. No warning lights. 3 PM. Rang mechanic. Can’t see it next week.

Now at Waldrens in the truck area. Because of the pests and the obnoxious cunt. In casevone or all three comes. Forced out by the Friday Threat.

Pleased to be here, though, hugely. I could have been stranded in a very bad place. So unbelievably thankful.

It’s now 4.12 PM.

5.50 PM

Had a look around the corner, no obnoxious bastard or anyone else. (So far, but finally a little good news.)

12.50 AM – ?

Awake and worried sick about the car, my immediate future. My long term future never existed