CarrionCrow: Good evening. =)
Kinda tired, kinda cold, kinda bored. Loading up a few dozen horror games at the moment.
How're you doing?
Stilton: Hi people. How's your day going/been/coming along?
EndreWhiteMane: Hi there, going between cooking lunch and checking here. Good day so far, how about you'se?
I had a bit of fun today. I went for the last appointment before my hernia op (remember that?) and it went differently to the way I'd expected.
The 'specialist' started off by asking why I was there. My folder was on the desk in front of him, so he knew why I was there, but he wanted me to tell him why I was there. Self important arsehole.
I explained to him why, so he examined me and declared that he couldn't feel a hernia. I told him my doctor can feel it well enough, and that the ultrasound scan proved it was there along with the discomfort its giving me.
Doctor Odd still refused to budge. "I can't feel it so it isn't worth going," was pretty much his response.
Mine was, "That's bullshit."
He didn't like that, me challenging his brilliance, and switched to haughty mode and attempted lecturing me about being cultured and to not use language which "didn't fit the room."
I said, "That's crap." To be honest his behaviour was complete crap as well.
His denouement was that he would 'write everything I had said in his report.'
Like I gave a shit. I told him to carry on and to also put in that he was fifteen minutes late for the appointment. This was the first appointment of the day, no backing up of patients. No excuse for being late.
He clammed up after that and I left feeling glad a dick like that wouldn't be touching me with a blade. I'd felt from the start that it wasn't going to happen - him late, brainless and contradictory diagnosis, telling me it wasn't worth his effort, his reaction to me challenging him.
Where the hell do these people come from? In his case it was Poland.
So its back to the doc tomorrow to see if there's somewhere else I can get it done. What a joke.