Mongolia
Mongolia, let's face it, is a third world country...I broke my talus whilst I was there and was 12 days from Ulan...

And so, my ankle, blackened, bruised and unbeknownst to me, royally fucked by this point anyway...

I was wheeled on a gurney face down, wearing the SARS mask (Mongolians didn't wear them, but the foreigners had to), with my wife, translator, tour guide...

My leg is in the air, and the doctor comes out...Smoking...Takes my ankle and twists the fucker...Hard...At which point I'm screaming in pain and the remainder of the entourage practically leapt at the doctor to stop him doing it again...

He says something about an x-ray and I get wheeled in to a room, the woman places the film under my ankle and then suddenly, there's the click of the machine...Surely that can't be right? In the UK, there's a screen, me, the machine...That's it...By the time I realise what's happened, that yes, she did do, she'd adjusted the film, and done it again...Fuck...Lovely radiation dose...

After that, there's no way any fuckers touching my ankle. However, they refuse to sign the medical certificate with me paying $50...Which isn't that much, but I was scared about what they'd do damagewise to my radiated, destroyed body next...

The cast they placed on was appalling, but I just wanted to get out...

The worst thing about this?

The fact that I was seen as a priority over a Mongolian woman who had been hit by a car. She was properly broken, bloodied, bruised...And because I paid $50.

Years later (7 this year) my ankle is still not 100% right...As a result of this, I will never complain about the NHS...
(beatpig understands subliminalesbianmessagaying., Thu 11 Mar 2010, 19:30, Reply)