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railentheThe story is actually a little funny. I walked into the appointment about five minutes late. I have notes. I have a paper from a bunch of nurses. I have all kinds of things.
It takes a while to get back there but I do, and it's priceless.
The doctor starts rattling off literal jargon, medical acronyms and nonsense--and then a bunch of acronyms I recognize from a Cracked article on "Things Your Doctor Doesn't Tell You" that are shorthand for things like "Looking for Pain Pills" and "Hypochondriac"
And so I cut him off like "Listen here, you little shit"
...more politely than that, of course
And I just ask him:
"So, if everything is normal, why have five different squads of nurses, MRI techs, and one set of ER techs asked me about my seizures?"
You have never seen a man lean on the ESC and DEL keys so fast.
So I'm going to see a neurologist now.
It takes a while to get back there but I do, and it's priceless.
The doctor starts rattling off literal jargon, medical acronyms and nonsense--and then a bunch of acronyms I recognize from a Cracked article on "Things Your Doctor Doesn't Tell You" that are shorthand for things like "Looking for Pain Pills" and "Hypochondriac"
And so I cut him off like "Listen here, you little shit"
...more politely than that, of course
And I just ask him:
"So, if everything is normal, why have five different squads of nurses, MRI techs, and one set of ER techs asked me about my seizures?"
You have never seen a man lean on the ESC and DEL keys so fast.
So I'm going to see a neurologist now.
