Apparently when you're having a fairly serious allergic reaction, if anything in/around your mouth/neck is swollen you're meant to go to an emergency room, not a clinic.
The More You Know. (Sung like a star swiping across your TV screen in 1991.)
The wait time here was only 30 minutes at about 10am on a weekday, and everyone was very sweet to me, and unlike most clinics they will give you a referral if needed.
I feel like an ass, but I can't for the life of me remember the name of the doc I saw in the end. It was a man, and he was completely patient and I really felt like he was really listening and not rushing to get me out of there. I guess not taking his name was a side effect of the self-absorbed-ness that comes with being worried about what the hell is going on in your body. Apologies, Doc. You were awesome.
PEPPER THE LEPER: If you're covered in hives and have a swollen face you are the scariest person in a waiting room and everyone will continuously give you approximately two metres of personal space.