We got to the stoma clinic a bit early, so stopped for a coffee across the road. Over comes a lady, with a load of bags. Berlimey, I said, better go over quickly before they run out - it's obviously not just me, then
Ludres couldn't find my form - so I had to fill in another one
But, I'm only allowed to write my name and address, she has to do everything else 
Then comes the sticking point. Unless I have a prescription from my doctor, I will have to pay for the bags. And also a letter from her, saying I do actually have a stoma
Then, she needed a photocopy of either my passport or residencia. No, I couldn't use the office one, I had to go and do it myself - elsewhere
Honestly, you can't make it up
Why on earth she couldn't tell me all of this when I made the appointment is beyond me.So we came back and I hared it over to the clinic, hoping to catch my doctor. She'd just left
But I will collect my prescription on Monday, as we're seeing Ludres again on Tuesday.
