Yeah, once again it’s been awhile since I had a little rant. And once again it’s because of laziness. It’s definitely not from a lack of things to bitch and moan about. Shit, I could fill this blog up ten times a day if that was a case. But between Sports Center, afternoon naps, and taking my daily shit, who really has the time?
So I am back, for today to complain about doctors. Now, I will say, there are some AMAZING doctors, like the one Robert Schimmel had during his battle with cancer. Go get his book, it’s amazing. "Cancer on 5 dollars a Day.' If you don’t know who he is, he is a comedian, one of the best. Look him up.
Let us get back to the topic. In my opinion most are worthless. I have felt sick for like 2 months. Really congested, and with stomach problems. I already suffer from anxiety, so this only makes it worse. Not being able to breathe sucks. I think I’d rather burn to death from fire, then to suffocate that’s for sure.
Anyway, I have been to the doctor, a couple different in fact and still, I am not better. They can’t find anything for the most part, or they say it’s an infection and toss medicine at me. I think they throw a dart and whatever it lands on you get.
They get their co-pay; and then write your prescription based on a supposively educated GUESS. If that doesn’t work, you come back in, pay again, and let’s throw that dart at the board again until we get it right. How many darts do they have? And man, do they have bad aim. I’d rather an armless man throw that fucking dart.
It’s not just me to. I take my son to the pediatric doctors and no matter what it is, their answer is always, IT’S VIRAL. Everything my son has had his whole life has been VIRAL. I’m starting to think that viral is the only medical term these guys know. I’m telling, I could take him in there tomorrow with a broken arm, or an eyeball hanging out and they would look at me and say, WELL, IT’S VIRAL. Then guess what, he would throw his dart. What wins today, Amoxicillin? Prozac? Extenze? Jesus!
I don’t know, maybe it’s me and my grumpy attitude I always have about stupid things and stupid people. Maybe it has intensified with feeling like shit day in and day out. Who knows? All I know is I do not go to the hospital or a doctor unless I feel like I am dying or something serious is wrong. I go like every 3 or 4 years if that and they can’t get it right. I might as well get a medicine woman to dance around my bed, or self medicate, or maybe buy that DART BOARD myself. All I know is, when it comes to doctors, I’d rather just look at the nurses. Worthless bastards!
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