Part 1: The Neighbour's Meat Loaf

So after 13 hours of being shipwrecked on a plane, I had to wait another six hours for something that I could have solved in a good fifteen minutes.
and pissing through my asshole
I started out really trying to hold it together and find a solution. I had made a list of all the clinics on my way home where I could stop at for some antibiotics -a clinic that accepts off the street, so to speak.
Most of them told me that it was already full today for people without an appointment (even at ten thirty in the morning.) So I asked her in all seriousness, ''So should I make an appointment on Wednesday for a non-appointment ?''
She wasn't fazed by this question at all.
One clinic told me that I don't live in the appropriate neighbourhood to have access to their services. She was adamant. Even after I explained that the government community clinic in my town wasn't running (the doctor died at age 74) and that she couldn't seriously expect me to show up at hospital with anything less than my head in a paper bag.
You're my last resort, I pleaded.
No, she told me, that's simply not the way it works.
She gave me the phone number to a Health Line that would give me all the resources available to someone in my situation -someone off the bureaucratic map of Universal health care.
When I reached the Health Line, a dominant automated voice immediately insisted quite loudly: if this is an emergency, hang up now and dial 911.
In my tired, malnourished, dehydrated self, I was somehow impressed by this.
After a few other uselessly long automated sentences to buy time, the answering service finally advised me that all the nurses were busy right now and I would have to wait.
But my tired, malnourished, dehydrated, raging self didn't wait. Something inside me hatched from the strain of the whole fucking mess. It was small. It was weak. But it was there and it was determined. It's objective was destruction. And it fed on anger. And what may have started as mere annoyance was transformed into anger to feed its voracious appetite. It had to get big fast because the soul, the spirit of humanity borne within me was becoming stronger and stronger and stronger.
So, on the phone, at that moment, I refused to wait.
But I ended up waiting another six hours.
And a lot of stuff can happen in six hours.