Doctor doctor

So I may have got my knickers in a twist today with the doctor. Its a long story so here it is!
I arrive positive and open minded to what they are going to say.
Nurse pops out and claims that I am at the wrong clinic, but the doctor will see me and help where he can.
I go in and he asks me why i have travelled so far to margate, when i have already seen someone else closer. I explain the last incident and how rude she was. He answered "its a harsh truth being told your overweight. . . " as if I hadn't noticed I couldn't fit into my size ten jeans anymore! He continued . . . " but it is the biggest factor of infertility and new guidelines say we can't offer you medical help until you lose ten percent of your current weight. . ." even though they didn't weigh me when I came in

. . . "as people that are over weight have higher risks of health problems during pregnancy, and we need to ensure they are healthy enough to get pregnant". I then explained that I have been trying but with little results, expecting more help when instead: "well keep trying and eventually you will get to the right weight so that we can help you, but you have to be patient." I cried more out of frustration this time, than the previous lack of respect from the other doctor and still nothing than a bit of sympathy and a pat on the back and a referral to the 'specialist'. Its funny because I didn't realise that the £94.80 that I pay in national insurance every month was for someone who doesn't even know my name properly to judge whether I should be given the opportunity to have a baby! And better yet to tell me to be patient and lose ten percent of my weight. I didn't realise that if you had a medical degree you were allowed to shred other peoples dreams. I guess I should have gone to university after all. On the plus side. . . Nope I can't see a plus side today. Maybe in the morning when I have had the chance to vent more. I will keep waiting for you! All my love, always and forever, Mummy x x x