Adventures in, no, I just fucking hate bureaucracy

I finally wanted to do my practical driving exam yesterday! I had a time slot and everything. Only last week on Tuesday they called me and said that my doctor's certificate from last year (doctor's visit #1) expired and I need a new one.
I went to the doctor again (doctor's visit #2.) Because I am naive I truthfully told her that I'm taking antidepressants. But! This means I have to go to a public health officer! Because rules. (My psychotherapist went on an impressive rant when I told her about that.)
I went to the public health officer today (doctor's visit #3, or 3.5 because I had to go to four different rooms.) He told me I have to get a certificate from a psychiatrist (doctor's visit #4.) But! Despite the fact that I already passed an eye test from the general practitioner, because my left eye only sees at 90% and I'm very short-sighted (this is what glasses are for, fucking idiots), I also need a certificate from an optometrist! (doctor's visit #5.)
And then of course I have to go back to the public health officer so he can check that the certificates are filled out properly. (doctor's visit #6.)
Oh and of course none of these visits are covered by health insurance. Visit 1-3 cost 85€. The certificate from the optometrist will probably cost around 70€ (at least I got an appointment for tomorrow.) The certificate from a psychiatrist I don't know would cost around 300€ (are you fucking kidding me), fortunately from my psychiatrist only around 50€, but she's on vacation the next two weeks, so more waiting, just what I really didn't fucking need.
At least I'm lucky and my parents are paying and can afford it, but still.

Have I mentioned that I fucking hate bureaucracy? Because I really really do.