grrrrrr. just got back from a gp appointment -an ""emergency"" ones, one of those for 'genuine medical emergencies'. what the??? is usually my repsonse to the receptionist. a medical emergency? no, if it were that my dear we'd be down A&E. i hate that term. anyway, when i called for a 'same-day' appointment (as i like to refer to it) as my lad's chest seemed like it could be brewing. you know what it's like - you learn what could be the signs. they're not always right, but at least you have something to go on and it's the best way to prevent an asthma attack surely. nip it in the bud. the gps have always said this - not to let it get so bad that he'll need pred etc. well today, the gp that we saw pretty much saw us out of his door the minute we got in there. he was grumbling away to me saying that we should have made a routine appointment, wasting his time etc. he made me feel like a piece of poo he'd just scraped off his shoe. to top it all he didn't even listened to why i'd taken my son in the first place and hardly listened to my lad's chest. well, i could feel the red mist rising. gosh, i feel so embarrassed now. i went into an enourmous rant about what it's like to have a child with asthma, that doctors like him put parents off at the early signs of a chest infection and then our children do end up really poorly. feel so daft now - wish i'd have kept my cool!