Boring story: in 1977 I had a bleeding ulcer, lost 55% of my red blood cells. They fixed me at the Montreal General Hospital with blood transfusions and cimetidine (AKA Tagamet). which had been on the market about 6 weeks when this happened. Anyway, I had instructions to come back so they could shove a camera down my throat and check it out if I got further pains. Over the next few years I went back a couple of times, but there was no recurrence. However, the first time I returned to the hospital, the doc came in to the waiting room and asked who was there to see him. Four or five hands went up, and he pointed to each of us, saying "I'll take you, then you, etc." I was to be last. When he came a got me out of the waiting room some time later, he stopped with me in the hallway and asked what he could do for me. This was some time after the ulcer, and he'd forgotten who I was. I explained about the ulcer, and he started to laugh. I asked what was funny, and he said "This is Tuesday (or whatever day of the week it was) morning. That's when I treat homosexuals for anal warts." I laughed and asked if I should return to the waiting room and act embarrassed. Anyway, they checked my stomach and the ulcer was still gone.
So in the land of socialized medicine we regularly pay a bunch of tax dollars to allow the perverts to continue their perversion. Great.