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| - Methinks yes. These people have pushed the boundaries of inept and apathetic to their limits.
On my last adventure to "Doctor, Doctor, Whose Got The Doctor?", I had an ankle that was either fractured or dislocated. When I told the NP who had inquired that it was the left ankle,
she grabbed it and said "You mean this one?"(Hand to God). As soon as I returned to homeostasis, I began to wheel myself toward the entrance /exit, slowly. I had been through this drill before and had been read the riot act. The security guard had to wheel you to your vehicle, to make sure you didn't augment the pain by breaking the wheel chair down, picking it up, and manhandling it into the bed or trunk. I figured "slowly" to be the best option, because any faster might alert the intake person to my chicanery and she would launch into the tired lecture about insurance regs and all that. The last time I waited 15 minutes for Security to
relinquish 15 minutes of his busy day to wheel me to the parking lot. As I passed the double doors, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Good God! The second set of double doors was just a kiss away! And freedom lay without! I made it to the columns just beyond the doors and used one of them to lean against while I stood up. I hobbled to my truck, convinced that
a shot of whiskey and a bullet to bite on were lots better medicine than what I'd been treated to at Southwest Medical's Chamber Of Horrors on 2845 Siena Heights, Henderson. So help me , Jesus.
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