So, remember a few months ago when I was attempting to lift my 200 pound pink heart concrete table made by Bobby Brady and I thought I'd hurt my arm a little? Flash forward two months later and it's still hurting. As my stupid insurance is changing in two days (curses!), I thought it best to get into the doctor to have it checked out. The diagnosis? Apparently I have epicondylitis of the elbow. Yeah, I know. Whatever. I have to go to physical therapy. What fun is that? Can't they just wave a magic wand and fix it? Oh, no? Drat.
The worst part of the doctor's visit was the intern who examined me. Now, I understand they want to please people and try to rate high on customer service or whatever, but there's a line. She literally asked me, "Is there anything else?" at least 3,594 times. I'm not even exaggerating. Finally I said, "Well, I do get a lot of migraines." Her response? "Let's schedule another appointment to discuss those. Is there anything else?" Well, no, lady. There is nothing else because obviously you just want to rape me and make me come back for another co-pay. No, thank you. And if you ask me if I need anything else one more time I'm going to punch you in the face. And, scene.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I'm Going To Bill Bobby Brady For This
So, remember a few months ago when I was attempting to lift my 200 pound pink heart concrete table made by Bobby Brady and I thought I'd hurt my arm a little? Flash forward two months later and it's still hurting. As my stupid insurance is changing in two days (curses!), I thought it best to get into the doctor to have it checked out. The diagnosis? Apparently I have epicondylitis of the elbow. Yeah, I know. Whatever. I have to go to physical therapy. What fun is that? Can't they just wave a magic wand and fix it? Oh, no? Drat.
The worst part of the doctor's visit was the intern who examined me. Now, I understand they want to please people and try to rate high on customer service or whatever, but there's a line. She literally asked me, "Is there anything else?" at least 3,594 times. I'm not even exaggerating. Finally I said, "Well, I do get a lot of migraines." Her response? "Let's schedule another appointment to discuss those. Is there anything else?" Well, no, lady. There is nothing else because obviously you just want to rape me and make me come back for another co-pay. No, thank you. And if you ask me if I need anything else one more time I'm going to punch you in the face. And, scene.
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