Mal ,'War Stories'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I do think that sitting through that counts towards today's Onerous Task Day AND the next 10.
Doctor I Am An Asshole was also kind of snide to my dad, but in really subtle ways. And then he mentioned his AK-47. (To be fair, my dad had a gun catalog on the coffee table, so the two of them bonded over a love of weapons that the second amendment never intended private citizens to brandish.)
and you should so file a complaint with medicare.
You really should. He was essentially giving you medical advice and you are not his patient and he does not know your medical history.
I mean, he's an ass, obviously. But I don't see a complaint about that changing anything. Being a doctor coming to only collect info on your Dad and offering you unsolicited medical advice? Pretty sure that's not how it legally works. At all.
you should so file a complaint with medicare.
After I know he's turned his report in, I will, with either medicare or the visiting physicians' group he's with (whose logo was displayed on his jacket, bag, and car), or both. I just want to be sure he's turned his report in, because I don't want a complaint about him to influence what he says about my dad and his huge medical problems, for which he needs to continue receiving care.
Being a doctor coming to only collect info on your Dad and offering you unsolicited medical advice? Pretty sure that's not how it legally works. At all.
I've found that the temptation to shame the fatties is too great for some people, even those who should know better.
Too bad it didn't work.
And I did, by the way, go to the gym after work last night. Booyah.
What the fuck, Teppy.
Jesus fucking fuck. I think your plan is a good one for dealing with Dr. Asshole.
You go, Steph. Fuck that fucking fuck indeed.
OMG my life would be so much better if I could afford a professional massage on a semi-reg basis. And this guy was GOOD. He ran out of time on my left hip, which I had asked him to focus on, I think because he found so many other nasty knots along the way. But yeah, 90 min of bliss.
Glad Dr. Asshole didn't bring out the Body Image Demons.
I love that my doctor is a very large man who today nodded sagely as I discussed my eating while stressed issues and the potato chip habit. A man with three chins does not have a lot of leeway on scolding his patients.