Maria Gomez4 said:Karen Young17 Asks:
I suppose I don't see why I should ever have to resort to prayer just to get someone to explain exactly what I came here for.
Because that’s just what decent people do. I mean, it's not like you showed up to a local farmers market specifically to buy lettuce, only to have a bunch of little gremlins jumping around you trying to hawk their products; even if you did go there for groceries, I guess having a bit of basic politeness wouldn't actually hurt anyone.
Well, exactly. That medical report is intended specifically for your physician, which is why it’s written in a technical language and filled with terminology that seems completely foreign to most of the general public. I guess you should just ask whoever ordered the test what they actually found. After all, that report is only one small piece of the puzzle—it's just a fragment of the full picture. Only a doctor can see the whole thing, since they are the only ones with the actual expertise required to interpret those images correctly.
It feels a bit harsh to make assumptions like that, but I suppose the doctor is actually quite skilled. Maybe you’re just feeling frustrated because of your smoking environment; those surroundings probably aren't doing you any favors, I guess.
It’s probably for the best that his grandmother is the one canceling the appointment, though I suppose I should hope she's actually a physician. But then again, as strange as it might sound, I guess the stomach lining really does need protection if the treatment ends up being overly aggressive.
Look at it this way—if you go by the data available online, like from UC Berkeley, the average life expectancy for an American man following something like World War I was only about 53 years. So, I guess, without those pills—even considering they might be eroding his stomach lining—he’d most likely be six feet under right now, resting under a marble slab and serving as nothing more than a feast for the worms.
I guess I start getting a little worked up whenever I watch my doctor click through the exact same thing for the millionth time, just pounding away at the keyboard with her fingertips like she’s operating some old-fashioned typewriter.
It's probably because that entire generation grew up learning how to use typewriters, so they might actually be better at it than you or me! (And you know, you only use one finger on those old machines anyway).
But look, she isn't clicking and typing like that because she enjoys it, nor is she being paid based on her click count... she's doing it because you approached her for help, so maybe try showing a little respect!
Oh, the arrogance of youth!🙄
Forty is young. That woman can barely get herself organized, let alone retire before 65. She’s got 25 years left to go—she hasn't even hit the halfway point of her career yet.
By the way, a little typing lesson: you actually use all your fingers on a typewriter, 10
If she saw how much joy she could find working for a private firm, she might actually be a speed-typing champion!
But she doesn't have to. She'll still be working tomorrow, next year, and ten years from now, moving at that same sluggish, uninterested pace.
Why shouldn't this doctor show some respect to the people coming to her for help? Isn't the fact that they're coming to her—putting themselves in a vulnerable position—respect enough? It's not like she's God Himself descended to Earth; there's no need to bow down!