After spending at day at the clinic with my dad yesterday, I decided I want to be a dr. I'm sorry to sound mean right here, but it's how I feel. They sit at their little desks, and say "we better consult another dr." Okay....what was the reason we came to you then? I thought you were supposed to give us the answers. Are you too scared to say that you have cancer? It's not a fun thing to tell anyone, but people have the right to know.
So, lets make another appt with another dr so they can request more test and draw more blood and get more of my dad's hard earned money to tell him the results are inconclusive. Yeah, that makes sense. Sounds like a good job for me. Confuse the hell out of a lot of people.
Another day at the clinic, another day spent hurrying up to wait to hear no news. Spend some more money on the parking ramp, support the stores around the area because you can't have appts back to back...no, one's at 7, then you have to wait until 4 for the next one. Can't go home because the clinic is over an hour away. Next appt is on Friday, we'll see what this intelligent dr has to tell us. All we want to know is the truth buddy. Is it cancer, can it be treated or removed, what are the options. Please tell us something before we have to go through another weekend without any answers. I bet you've never been through it, so why would it matter to you.
Another vent...Valentine's day. I'm a romantic at heart. I loved being showered with gifts, but why just one random day in February. I would rather be surprised with flowers on May 7th. Just some day when I know my husband would possibly be thinking of me, but everyone else in the world isn't spending $100 on over priced roses just because someone at Hallmark said lets make people spend money in February.
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