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So I go to the doctor the other day. I am going in to get some medicine for my cough, which has been bothering me the last month or so (and if ANY of you tells me to stop smoking I will go to your home and break your fingers..then I will cough on you).

The doctor gave me some medicine that seems to be working and he also says I should go get some tests and a chest x-ray. I don't ask about the tests. I should have.

So this morning I go to the diagnostic center (if I'd been there with another agnostic it would have been a bi-agnostic di-agnostic center...but enough silliness).

There are about 12 tests on the form I was given by the doctor.

"Have you been fasting?"

"Yeah," I answer, "But I had some coffee with cream."

"I'm not sure that will work for the lipid test," says the pleasant lady I working with.

"Then we won't do the lipid test." I answer.

"I better call your doctor," she says. "It's your nickel," I say, and she goes into on-hold Hell as she tries to speak to my doctor.

I wait patiently.

After about five minute the receptionist enters. "What the hold up?" she asks curtly and the pleasant lady I have been working with explains my coffee with cream sin.

Receptionist say, "Then send him home and have him come back tomorrow"

With that statement she crossed my line.

I say "Hey Idiot, I'm sitting right here. Don't speak of me in the third person when I'm right here. Treat me with respect or don't treat me. And what's up with you wearing scrubs. You're a fucking receptionist, you haven't earned the right to wear scrubs...but they are comfy and stylish aren't they. It is you, specifically, that makes the medical system in this nation contemptible. Sure anybody even remotely associated with medical insurance should be lined up on the road between Johns Hopkins and Stanford and crucified but if they lost you it would be a marked improvement. Do you have anything else you wish to say pedantically to me before I leave"


And for some reason she had nothing to say.