OK so I have to listen to you whining on about why you have some minor illness that you Googled and now think you have MS, cancer or some other hideous disease. You demand this scan, a blood test, a specialist. You are of the generation that gets what they want when they want and when you are told no you become a total arse hole to the doctors caring for you: “I pay your wages,” “In my country,” “I want a second opinion.” You are the same group of patients that turn up to A&E with a six-week history of knee pain: “I want a scan,” “I want a cure in the next hour.” Go and spend time on a cancer ward. Go and have a conversation with someone who has progressive MS. There is fuck all wrong with you except you don’t have a clue about anyone else except your self.