Gripe Session

This is a gripe session so if you don't want to read a rant, then stop reading now.

Okay, I don't care how smart or knowledgable somebody is, they don't have the right to treat me or anyone else like they're a lesser species. The doc that I went to see, who I didn't get to see the first appointment, treated me like it was my fault that all the test results weren't in. AND, why was I seeing him today anyway?

"Well, sir, I have done everything your office has suggested that I do, and this is a follow-up visit."

"Yes, Yes, but why are you seeing me? Did you see the endocrinologist, like was suggested?"

"Yes."

"Well, what were the results?..." On and on the questions went. Somehow, things had been miscommunicated, but that wasn't my problem. I did everything he had asked (or I should say his assistant had asked because I didn't even see him at the first consultation appointment).

I'm so glad Rick had been there with me. He got to witness first hand how I can be treated sometimes. I guess I'm not assertive enough. Who knows? Rick says that I'm more of a Meg Ryan than a Tom Hanks. He's right, of course. "It's not personal, it's business," is a load of bunk. All that means is it wasn't personal to him. It was very personal to me. I don't like being treated like a door-mat just because he's having a bad day or because he's a brain surgeon and perhaps has a higher IQ, which may be doubtful, because I'm pretty smart. Okay, he's a brain surgeon and has a higher IQ, but, none-the-less that doesn't give him the right to treat me as an inconvenience. He still got paid for his time.