Check, recheck, check again
So I was bored this morning and said, “You know what would be fun? Let’s visit the doctor again! That’s always a blast!” My iPod battery was dead, so I sat around trying to catch up with work email. The excitement, it bounds.
Bah.
Issue number one: If you work in a doctor’s office, perhaps you should be among the more enlightened people who know that coughing and constantly wiping snot on your sleeve is a good reason to stay the fuck home. If I get your nasty germs, bitch, I’m raiding your house on Christmas Eve and taking all your kids K-Mart toys.
Issue number two: I’m not here to socialize. I want to leave my “samples”, talk to my doctor, and get the hell out. Thanks for complimenting my pants, I told you where you could find them, now stop staring at me and get back to work!
Issue number three: Can you get an “occupied” marker for the potty room? I’d like to leave said samples in peace. Have you any idea how hard it is to pee in that little cup without getting it on the outside when someone is banging on the door?
Issue number four: Dear Doctor, when your patient has an unresolved issue, perhaps mentioning the various forms of cancer that can cause her symptoms is a little premature. Especially after you freaked her out just a few weeks ago by telling her she had a killer bacteria running wild in her system. Perhaps, just perhaps, you could learn to curb that sort of discussion until you have test results in hand.
Kthnxbai!