I'll start off by saying I have become a person you do NOT want to be around when I'm hitting my head against the proverbial wall. I've invented more cuss words than a sailor with erectile dysfunction in a whorehouse.
Last Friday, another part of my liver ripped away from old scar tissue that formed after prior surgery. IT HURT.
HOW BAD WAS IT? I called the surgeon's office to get an appointment and found out his office is closed on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
HOW BAD WAS IT? I called him at home! He literally said "Take ibuprofen and call me on Monday.
HOW BAD WAS IT? I called my sister to get "permission" to take an oxycodone. I'm just one of those people who cannot make decisions on her own, and needed advice from over 800 miles away.
HOW BAD WAS IT? I wrote Jane immediately. Because she's the next best thing to being there.
Let's just say I will NEVER take oxycodone again. Within 45 minutes I became quite the cussing, blaspheming terrorist. Whether from the drug, or the pain, I have no idea, but the oxy was eleven years old (from Indiana) so I figured it would be weak.
But I have learned how the system works down here, and it might be quite common for most folks, but not the ones from Indiana/Kentucky.
NO DOCTORS down here have hospital privileges by choice. This way, they don't get stuck with Dirty Dingus McGee who ain't gonna pay his bill anyway, and they get to view their practice as a hobby that pays well.
I found out that if I choose the non-indigent hospital - and if their 40 rooms aren't filled, I will be seen by hospitalists.
So it seems that I don't need no friggin
Then, lo and behold, the surgeon called me today and asked if I'd care to see him at 2pm.
Here comes the "you do NOT want to be around when I'm hitting my head against the proverbial wall" action I was referring to at the start of this post.
I said, and I quote: "WHY? You already said to take some ibuprofen and call you. If that's your medical assistance, I can do that on my own.
So, to answer your question, I see no reason to come in TODAY. I needed you FRIDAY."
Then I handed the phone to Joe and HE said "That was a half-assed way to treat my wife who looked to you for help."
Shot in the foot much?