Total fucking bastard.

Some of you may remember my post a couple of months back about my ignorant pig of a doctor, anyway I said I needed my antidepressants upping because I'd been suicidal the past couple of weeks and was withdrawing, he talked over me and said 'no no no, that's your dose' and I told him the job centre had told me to get a sick note to change my benefit because I'm not fit for work, so he said 'Err, why?' really horribly and I said that I had to quit college and my last job because of my depression and bulimia, because I was too ill and have no attention span and he was like 'How does bulimia affect your attention span?' in a totally sarcasting cuntish voice, so I said 'Well I throw up everything I eat...'and he was like 'no no no, bulimia doesn't affect your attention span' I hate him, he's a nasty, horrible man. He doesn't believe I have bulimia or depression, I know he doesn't, it's so fucking hard talking about it, especially when you're overweight, but then to be treat like some tax dodging druggie! I left the surgery in tears, I don't know what to do anymore, he's made it perfectly clear I have to do something drastic to get help, there's no other option, I can't get the treatment I need until I'm underweight, so I'll starve myself into inpatient, or a coffin. Because lets face it, with doctors like this, it really is a competition.