Kafkaesque would be you get to the specialist and they tell you they don’t think the GP ever existed. They won’t recognize the referral note. They state that you’re currently dying but won’t tell you of what. Forcing you into a hospital room for years, administering a series of never-repeating tests assuring you you’re about to die.
Kafkaesque would be you get to the specialist and they tell you they don’t think the GP ever existed. They won’t recognize the referral note. They state that you’re currently dying but won’t tell you of what. Forcing you into a hospital room for years, administering a series of never-repeating tests assuring you you’re about to die.
Sounds like what the insurance companies would say - just to force you to get on the phone or give up on the claim.
Lowkey what USCIS did to me with my citizenship, which they fucking gave to me
Atleast that’s kinda funny!
Nothing in Kafka is fiction