So I go to the doctor, cancerous lesions caused by exposure to toxic chemical agents during the Vietnam war appear intermittently, the broads at the local surgery caused trouble with their bad manners and flashing eyes, banned from there and going further afield I meet Doctor Peter O'Hara.
His stable of broads appear to have a similar mindset, with bad manners going on to filth, going inside he says that he kills patients, not real happy with that I stick to details and he prescribes some stuff to rub on.
It does a pretty good job, since it can only be obtained with a Doctors Prescription, when I run out I need to ring back to make another appointment.
Meeting O'Hara again in a different location, since the place I last saw him at South Brisbane went under a meter of water in the recent floods, he squirts some liquid nitrogen on a few lesions while I tell him I need some more of the medicine, he starts to write out the script then says he is too busy what with patients waiting and all, says he will make the prescription and send it out in the mail.
A week later it still had not arrived - Ringing back, saying I will bus out there to get the prescription, the broad who answers the phone says she will have to make another appointment.
The Department of Veterans Affairs agree that the trouble was caused while on war service, and they have agreed to foot the bill, O'Hara had already billed them for one visit, whence all I got was shabby manners, on top of the death threat he had made during the previous visit, I tell her that I have a problem re his original disclosure that he kills ppl.
She bursts into loud laughter over the phone .. I say that maybe he was trying to intimidate me, and that he is the last person I would wish to see at any time, except that he has been convicted of capital murder thence to swing at the gallows. She hangs up, the lesions have remained untreated and are still bleeding.