So, the hospital is down the street, around the corner, then up a fairly long hill from my house.

The taxi driver decides to try and squeeze me for as much as he can, he took me down a route I've never even seen, in the wrong direction, then practically did a loop in and out of loads of housing lots before we arrived at A&E, only to have to /walk/ back because the taxi cost me almost £6 instead of like, £3. Meaning I couldn't afford the taxi home.

I also can't afford my medication.

FML.

So Nick, what's wrong with your leg?

I think I've got phlebitis again. The hospital didn't even like, tell me. They looked, took my blood pressure and prescribed some medication, but it is Stafford hospital so I wasn't exactly expecting much, a diagnosis would have been nice but let's not push it in a place like that, eh.