Friday, October 7, 2011

Worst Dr EVER and Assault Rifle Yes Please

Ok so let me preface this by saying everything turned out fine... that being said....

My sister who moonlights as my bff came over this morning before her dr's appointment. We hung out had breakfast played with the kids and she went to her appointment. See she found some lumps in her right breast.. I sat here and told her everything was going to be fine. Fast forward to 12:10. Phone rings and its her. She is being sent right away for a mammogram. She is 31. She is in good health. And when did they stop making you wait 2 weeks before you can get in? I met her there and within 15 maybe 20 minutes we were done waiting for the doctor to read the results.


Enter WORST DOCTOR EVER! We are taken back to the little room where the bad news is given. The we're so sorry news. Only moments later enters say it with me THE WORST DOCTOR EVER. He has this super serious sorry your dog died face and this low monotone sorry your dog died voice. He starts by saying they didn't find anything in the right breast. shoo. but WAIT FOR IT.... then he takes this big breath, sighs and says "Your left breast" and PAUSES! yes you read that right he PAUSES. I am thinking OH MY LORD PLEASE NO! My sister cannot have cancer. I promised her it would all be ok. He begins to run off at the mouth about misshapen milk glads and one foot smaller than the other until my sister sits straight up and in a loud but clear voice stops his ramblings and says " DO I HAVE CANCER?" We then get this look from yes you got it THE WORST DOCTOR EVER like we are idiots and he can't believe we didn't read between those lines and know already that she did not have cancer. I mean who doesn't get from misshapen milk glands and one foot smaller than the other to no cancer on their own? Stupid people I guess because he was clear as mud to us.

So this has been bugging me most of the day until I hear on the news about a raffle in Paris ( Yes Paris KENTUCKY) to raise money for a kids football team where you buy tickets and the prize is yep an Assault Rifle. I mean nothing says lets help the kids like something that can fire several hundred rounds of body piercing bullets per minute. So I go back and forth on what to do about this doctor.....

Scathing email to Lexington Clinic or


Drive to Paris and buy me a raffle ticket?

Wonder what I should do? LOL

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