bluehawk37 said:Regarding the username. I’m not being rude or arrogant like the guy with the same handle, though we share some traits.
I don't carry a box because I don't want people cornering me in the hallway. I like knowing everything, sticking my nose into business, and throwing colleagues off balance.
Mostly, I just joke around and mess with people (sometimes in a weird way). And yes, I usually grab a few rookies to bring along just so I can
show them the ropes. I also enjoy psychologically nudging patients if I notice they're being difficult. I can't help it,
but I feel the need to point out when people are wrong (provided they actually are).
That said, I'm not cheap and I don't go out with prostitutes.
You could argue it's about work ethic or knowledge, but he is a much greater medical genius, at least according to his reputation. I'm still far
from that level, and even then, it's largely fiction.
I was actually talking about expertise.
If I give you my test results and describe my symptoms, you just get into the zone and... heal me! 😍
I might gossip a little, but I certainly haven't been involved in prostitution! 😁
Since Kyle Lee7 listed a few of her experiences, it reminded me of a total disaster I had three years ago.
My daughter had surgery on both knees when she was 16.
It happened because someone accidentally bumped into her—just a clumsy hit that a healthy person wouldn't even feel—but it messed up both knees. We ended up at the ER at 10 PM (unfortunately, the injury didn't check the clock; if it had happened in the morning, we would've just gone to a salad bar instead).
She was in so much pain she couldn't even walk; thankfully she has crutches, but she still needs extra help.
The doctor on duty asks, "Well, does it hurt?" She says, "Yes."
His response? "Oh, then drop dead."
Honestly, bravo to that person—not as a doctor, but as a human being.
And please, don't take this as me saying all doctors are like that; there are wonderful people in medicine, but you have to admit there's some absolute trash out there too.
We explained the situation, and the scars are clearly visible.
Sure, her mother was chatting away and acting a bit restless that day, but none of his personal issues—whether he was having a bad day or thought I was drunk (when I actually have health issues myself)—justify a comment like that.
My mistake was not waiting until morning so we could skip this lovely treatment and just head to the salad bar.