A few days ago, not feeling well, I called a health centre to request a home visit by a doctor.

The receptionist very kindly asked me what symptoms I had, and when I replied that I had a sore throat, ear ache and runny nose, she passed me on to the doctor over the phone.

He told me in a mildly annoyed tone that for such symptoms the doctor was not supposed to do home visits and that I should come to the health centre.

When I said I was not able to, in an even more annoyed tone he asked why and I told him the truth: “I have twins at home and I do not have a car.”

After only half an hour the doctor came home. Finding the floor wet he had the audacity to point out that if I was really sick I would not have washed the floor.

I told him that I was potty training my twins and I had to wash as a matter of hygiene. “Good excuse,” he replied. Would he have been happier to find poo and pee on the floor?

During the visit, he insisted I was not sick and he treated me with disdain.