Went to see a GP this morning with a suspected rib fracture.
He groped me for 30 secs and sent me off to X-ray. On return he looked at the X-rays (I'd already done the same) and told me I had no fracture and to use some Mutsal cream and don't exercise.
He could barely speak english but worst, didn't give a flying f.
Went to a Physio who dianogised the issue, killed me on her bench in a good way, gave me a regime of excercises for a recovery program to get me on track for the MTB race I'm prepping for.
The modern day GP in the country is faaarked IMO and the bulk of them have the communication skills of a wet lettuce.