We had started thinking about having a baby so I went to visit my doctor. He is a stupid old man, and I thought little of him after having had a run in a few years back. Let's just say he is a fool, but he was my doctor so I had no choice but to visit him. Here in Italy you register with a doctor, and since there is only one doctor in town, I was registered to him. It is free to visit your doctor, but that does not mean they are any good!
I went to visit this fool, sorry - doctor - and bel fidanzato waited outside, to fend off/answer questions from the curious locals who don't know the meaning of the word privacy and like to ask you why exactly are you visiting the doctor. I went in, with my ok-but-still-far-from-perfect-Italian and explained that I wanted to try and have a baby, and that I believe it is recommended for women to take folic acid a few months before conceiving. My friend had even written the name of these tablets in Italian so there would be no mistakes.
The doctor proceeded to tell me that I do not need this folic acid, as women have been having babies for centuries without any problems. He asked me why I wanted it and I, taking the role of doctor from him, explained that this folic acid helps reduce the chance of a baby getting spina bifida (thank god spina bifida is the same word in both languages!) The doctor ummed and ahhed and said that this was nonsense and all I needed was a diet rich in fruit and vegetables.
I was getting angry by this stage. I am a woman of very little patience as it is and this fool was really, really getting to me. I am vegetarian! I hissed. All I eat is fruit and vegetables. In a trying to stay calm, trying not to scream, angry voice, in some what bad Italian I told him sternly that in Australia women and told to take this, in Italy women are told to take this and I wanted him to write me a prescription. I handed him my slip of paper with the word Folidex clearly written, and he, looking at me like I was a mad lunatic handed me back a prescription.
Grazie, I muttered angrily getting up and leaving his office, knowing that would be the last time that I ever, ever saw his face in an official capacity again. Next task - finding myself a new doctor.