If you work in the health care system, I don’t mean you. But why is it that a majority of these people drive me up the wall?
I walked up the Ms. Eighties Hair at the desk and had the following conversation:
Me: “Hello, could I have a medical release form so I can get some information from my other doctor?”
Lady: “Sorry, we can’t do that. All patients are responsible for getting the forms themselves and faxing them to their other doctors.”
Me: “Um. Okay. Do you have a medical release form?”
Me: “Can I have one?”
Me: “Great! Could you fax this out for me?”
Me: “Awesome. Thanks so much.”
Christ on a cracker! Was that really necessary?
Also, as much as I love needles, for some reason when I am getting blood drawn I am torn between finding it absolutely fascinating, and screaming in my head PUNCH HER SHE’S TAKING YOUR BLOOD PUNCH HER. That could just be me, though.