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As have I, it's a #### shame but it makes you tough.

Or at least that's what they told me every time it happened lol.

 

#### Mule, I just read your post about your doctor with the uh less than shining bedside manner. Laughed so hard I thought I was gonna wet my pants.

Too bad you didn't cut a big one when you had his face where it obviously belonged!

 

LMAO...All BSing aside,that old man was rough as a cob....When I was a kid,I'd cry all the way to his office and I think he must have been paying off the health inspector to keep his doors open.Me and Mom was talking about him yesterday because of this thread and she got tickled remembering how crude he was too.She called him a "horse doctor".He cussed like a sailor,always had a cigarette burning in every ash tray in the room and talked to you like you were stupid....I asked her,why in the world did you take us kids to him and she said "He was cheap,and you knew your Dad" and then she added " He really wasn't a bad doctor,remember when you had strep throat and he gave you that shot and you were better by that afternoon?"......click

 

It's a shame I only got one skill ain't it.LOL...Course,I guess the world needs us BS'ers too to keep spinning.

 

I hope it was a very painful, prolonged death, and St. Peter was telling him "it wasn't that bad. . ."

(You notice there are no "smilies" posted here. I mean it. Sadistic doctors don't deserve to live!)

 

I'm not much of an expert on doctors because I still almost start crying on the way to one's office.They are one of the few things moving around on this earth that I AM afraid of.....I mean BAD afraid of......The only bad discission I ever had with one was out in the hall when my dad was starting into renal (sp) failure....I'd asked around and checked it out and had heard dialysis might stop it...The doctor was a smartazz and had us in the waiting room and told us that he wouldn't make it through the next day...I mentioned dialysis and he paused for a second and by the way he looked at me I knew he thought it may help,but he said no...Something told me to press him about it and we stepped out in the hall away from my family and I asked him again and he kind of smarted me(very,very bad move if I'm under pressure and being nice to someone at the same time) and said it "probably" would do no good anyway.......I eased up real close and kept smiling and said real quietly..."Either you try it OR I'm going to stomp you into the floor and when I get out of jail,I'll do it again and that cycle will continue forever if you let that old man lay in there and die without trying to save him"....I didn't even let him respond,walked back into the waiting room and told Mom it was gonna be ok...30 minutes or so later, a nurse came in and said they were prepping him for surgery to install a port(?) for him to be able to have dialysis .....My dad lived another 3 years after that and I saw his doctor again a few times after that and he wouldn't even look at me.Something told me to buck up and do it and I did...Glad I got those extra three years with him, but to this day I'm not sure I did the right thing because he didn't have a very good quality of life those last 3 years.....I think about that sometimes still.

 

LMAO... I was just thinking about this very thing the other day! You know how it is when you're rolling down the road and wacky things run through your head. Well, I was designing an air-ride toilet in my head the other day while rolling along in northern Florida... where truckstops are next to non-existant.

I even thought of the consequences of my design...

(Wife to husband in Buick behind my truck) "Harold, what's that brown stuff all over the windshield?"