Nokia's N96 - A curios piece

I loved my Nokia N95, LOVED IT. I can't verify that fact any more than stating it that emphatically. It truly was a great piece of hardware and software in combination. But the nature of technology nowadays pushes companies to develop new tech that attempts to outdo the old.The Nokia N96 was such a piece of tech. It tried to outdo the N95. It succeeded in many areas yet struggled in others.I've been using the phone now for a few months and overall I like it. I think. It has some issues, one being speed. It's one of those phones that does a lot and achieves it all but very slowly. So opening up your contacts, loading an application or receiving a text message takes a bit of time - when I say a bit of time I am part of the generation that is frustrated when Internet on a plane doesn't work and when I wait for 20 minutes to get on to a giant piece of metal that flies. So it's not really THAT slow but takes that extra 5 to 10 seconds to search for a contact or read a text msg.With that said there are some pros to the phone. The GPS is fantastic and has allowed me to not purchase yet another technological device to clutter my car. It is seemless, effective and works 99.9% of the time.The multimedia capabilities are great with a 5 megapixel camera and fantastic video recording. Once you've got the media though it's a bit slow.I also made fantastic use of the phone's mp3 player on my trip to Kenya to listen to music - the 16gb flashdrive is a great help with this.Overall I must say I wouldn't buy this phone at it's going rate, I'd rather wait for the N97 to come out. But I am glad that I've had the chance to mess around with it and make great use of it in presentations and for much of my citizen reporting.

I feel like I'm being medically screwed

Not technically, literally or physically but medically.I've been going to the very same doctors since I was literally 2 years old. Today I decided that I am done with them.A few reasons.Firstly, I fucking hate receptionists whose condescention makes me feel insecure. I do not feel insecure ever but when I'm ill it's fairly easy to take advantage of me if you really try. These woman tried. They've been involved in this practice for so long that they think they own the place. They also think that they pay me to be there. I think they've got things upside down and backside front. Because if they really think about it and actually take a second to notice that they work in the FRONT of the doctor's office and that I, in fact, pay THEM to be there. So perk the fuck up and treat me with some damn respect.Next up. I am pissed off because I hate going to the doctor because I know that I'll wait at least 30 minutes before I am seen to. That's if I book. Half an hour on a good day. Today happened to be a good day that caught me in a foul mood. So someone got it.My theory goes like this: I make doctors rich. My 20 years of loyalty and cash have contributed to their three cars and three story house in wherever-doctors-live-ville. However I am aware that as an individual I haven't really contributed that much, maybe one tyre to that Hummer baby. What I do know is that to make up for the "cheap rates" that they offer me , cough cough, they book patients impossibly close together. By that I mean that I was booked at 11:15am the patient before me was booked at 11:00am and there was one directly after me who'd been waiting.What I am getting at is that with these squeezed-in time slots it is almost impossible for a doctor to diagnose a patient effectively in under 15 minutes. That's what I got. 15 minutes, I think. Now all I'm saying is that these doctors have enough money. Why not give each patient 30 minutes and halve the amount of patients they see in a day? Just give me the effective treatment that I am paying you for. Simple.Then the next thing: Internal outsourcing and diversifying.I needed X-rays today, on my chest (which turned out to be a waste anyway). Usually I am sent to a hospital for those. Today I was asked to stay at the doctor's offices and have the X-rays taken there. Which I did. The X-rays were then sent to the hospital that I would have gone to myself, assessed there and sent back to my doctors office. What's the point? All that happened was that I paid my doctor for a consultation, X-rays, a second consultation and then blood tests.The third consultation is coming tomorrow I am sure. Once I know what's wrong with me (other than the obvious) I'll be forking out for meds, more consultation and more admin.I hate illness.