And they send in a retarded Doctor right when I’m supposed to be released for at least a few days…don’t they know I just wanna go home?
So at one point I was released on a Friday from LSU, and was so suppose to return to the clinic and check back in on a Tuesday. Well just 20 minutes before I was suppose to get out of the hospital they send in a romotologist [however you spell that] doctor. Quite honestly everyone has told me by then that they didn’t need that department but they are suppose to check ALL the bases g-r-e-a-t just what I need right before I go home. So the doctor asks these questions like have I broken any bones [no], do I have pains in my joints [no just where my IV is] and so on and so forth. Basically I was being a royal pain in his butt. Then he proceeded to poke at me and yata yata yata. He noticed that on my stomach I have a little heart from tanning…no big deal. Oh man he thought it was the worst thing ever. He told me how I can get skin cancer and all this stuff. You wanna know what I told him? “I’m sorry I didn’t want to be all pasty white for cheer tryouts and prom!” I said some other smarty pants remarks but I don’t remember all of them. So finally the guy left me alone and I got to go home. So fast forward to Houston. Dr. Brown was looking at my file and he said “oh you saw Dr. [I don’t remember his name]? Your lucky he’s one the best romotoid docs there are.” all I could think was “oh great so I was a royal pain in the ass to a top doctor….isn’t that grand.” when I told dr. Brown what I did all he could do was laugh. Gosh me and my smart mouth. (:
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