Angsty Blog

Is it wrong that I want to hit patients? I realize that these people are sick and everything but I am starving and I have a headache and I am the one who has to deal with THEM when they don’t want to wait for Dr. Slowass who is currently running 5 hours behind schedule. I am the one who has to deal with THEM when some idiot rescheduled their appointment and didn’t tell them. ME. So, I don’t want to hear that they drove 80 miles to get here so that they could have a 30 minute appointment and now it isn’t even scheduled for today. I don’t care if they need to get 75 pages of medical records to Dr. Neurologist. I just want them out of my face! I don’t whine like these people when I go to the doctor! I don’t blame the girl who is covering for the receptionist so that she can eat a damn sandwich! I blame the idiot who screwed me up in the first place, or my dumb memory, or the doctor who doesn’t find my time valuable enough not to waste it!

That being said, most of the time, I really am very sympathetic to these people. Today is different in several respects. I am bitter because I have no money, I am bitter because it is Friday and I really wish that I could go home and lay in my hammock and sleep in the sun. I am bitter because I haven’t eaten since yesterday and I have a whole hour to wait before I can even think about it. I am bitter because this bitch doctor here just got an attitude with me and she is lucky she wasn’t within my reach…I probably just need to smoke a cigarette and suck it up. But, you know what? No.

I was just standing here, trying to work, when this woman comes up and starts playing 20 questions with me. ‘How long is this appointment going to take?’ ‘Will I need to go in with my husband?’ ‘Do you think I could leave and go and run some errands?’ Meanwhile, Dr. Bitch is rolling a patient in a wheelchair up behind me waiting for me to open the door, which I can’t do, because this neurotic patient can’t just wait to SEE how long the appointment will be. So, Dr. Bitch interrupts me, “Can you OPEN the DOOR?” (‘Why, yes I can…and you should probably stay out of the way because it MIGHT hit you in the face.’) and in mid-sentence, I have to walk away from neurotic lady and open the door for Dr. Bitch. Who is looking at me with discontent and rolling her eyes because some of us have manners and we don’t just walk away from someone when they are talking to us. Some of us don’t care that she is a doctor and that she went to school for 75 years to end up to be the most miserable bitch I have ever met. Way to live, I tell you.

Anyway, I guess I should stop bitching now…I am sure no one cares.