Eight shades of stabby
I really don't like stupid people. I have serious disdain for them. All of them. Every single last one.
I was at the post office this morning (note to self and others: don't even go within pissing distance of a post office the week before Christmas). At 8:10 AM, the line was out the door and they only had two people working the counter. I needed to buy stamps for Chris's business Christmas cards. He wrote 49 cards and I only had about 5 stamps left at home. After waiting patiently, I returned to my car to stamp the cards. There's a post office box when you exit the post office parking lot so I decided I'd just slide them in there. Well, having to shove nearly 50 cards into a slot that's already backed up like I-87 at rush hour is not easy. I stick them in bit by bit so that they all fit without vomiting out the opening. Apparently the woman behind me in her car did not notice this, as she started honking her horn when I was stuffing the second batch in the slot. I checked and upon seeing white hair in the mirror, did not flip her the proverbial bird. Instead, I took my sweet-ass time shoving the rest of the cards in the slot. That'll learn her. And it's not like she couldn't have gone around me, either.
I made it to the office around 9:15. Clinic wasn't too painful until the afternoon, where I met a mom who made more excuses than I could count for her 11-year-old being overweight. He comes in with a referral for high blood pressure and elevated blood lipids. We rechecked his blood pressure and it was normal. We looked at his labs and they're typical for someone who is overweight: high total, slightly elevated LDL, high triglycerides, and low HDL. Her excuses included, "he has asthma" (bullshit since he's on plenty of medications that should control it and if they don't, his doctors need to alter their drugs or alter their regimen - asthma is a liveable disease), "he really doesn't eat bad foods" (apparently Chinese is healthy for you?), and that ilk. She also asked such gems like, "which has fewer calories: white bread or wheat bread?" (the difference is negligible) and "is ice cream fattening?" (BIG FUCKING DUH!). God, I wanted to stab her with my pen. Oh, another gem she let loose: when I asked about smoking, she said no but her kid busts out with, "that's a lie!" Turns out she smokes in the garage so she tells doctors she doesn't smoke because it's not in the house and she's not blowing smoke into her kids' faces. Christ. Are you fucking kidding me?! I wanted to run out of the office screaming.
I made it home in one piece, had a fish sandwich from Doug's Fish Fry for dinner, and am now watching the Sabres game. Could be worse, I s'pose.
Only one day of cardiology left - I have a full day of adolescent clinic tomorrow (doing a little cross-covering, as it were). I'm probably going to be feeling fairly homicidal after clinic tomorrow, too. Just a hunch.
(And before I can even finish this post, Josh Gratton and Andy Peters are doe-si-doeing on the ice. Mind you, it's two minutes into the first. Boo yah.)
Moment of Burrito:
"On the Twelfth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
12 Hakans Loobing
11 Dingmans Dinging
10 LaFleurs A-Leaping
9 Gordie Elbows
8 Neelys Knocking
7 Hortons Donuts
6 Boughner Boogers
5 GOLDEN NICKS!
4 Bobby Orrs
3 Pha-neufs
2 Harvey Highlights
And a Sawchuk in a square crease."
John Buccigross
I was at the post office this morning (note to self and others: don't even go within pissing distance of a post office the week before Christmas). At 8:10 AM, the line was out the door and they only had two people working the counter. I needed to buy stamps for Chris's business Christmas cards. He wrote 49 cards and I only had about 5 stamps left at home. After waiting patiently, I returned to my car to stamp the cards. There's a post office box when you exit the post office parking lot so I decided I'd just slide them in there. Well, having to shove nearly 50 cards into a slot that's already backed up like I-87 at rush hour is not easy. I stick them in bit by bit so that they all fit without vomiting out the opening. Apparently the woman behind me in her car did not notice this, as she started honking her horn when I was stuffing the second batch in the slot. I checked and upon seeing white hair in the mirror, did not flip her the proverbial bird. Instead, I took my sweet-ass time shoving the rest of the cards in the slot. That'll learn her. And it's not like she couldn't have gone around me, either.
I made it to the office around 9:15. Clinic wasn't too painful until the afternoon, where I met a mom who made more excuses than I could count for her 11-year-old being overweight. He comes in with a referral for high blood pressure and elevated blood lipids. We rechecked his blood pressure and it was normal. We looked at his labs and they're typical for someone who is overweight: high total, slightly elevated LDL, high triglycerides, and low HDL. Her excuses included, "he has asthma" (bullshit since he's on plenty of medications that should control it and if they don't, his doctors need to alter their drugs or alter their regimen - asthma is a liveable disease), "he really doesn't eat bad foods" (apparently Chinese is healthy for you?), and that ilk. She also asked such gems like, "which has fewer calories: white bread or wheat bread?" (the difference is negligible) and "is ice cream fattening?" (BIG FUCKING DUH!). God, I wanted to stab her with my pen. Oh, another gem she let loose: when I asked about smoking, she said no but her kid busts out with, "that's a lie!" Turns out she smokes in the garage so she tells doctors she doesn't smoke because it's not in the house and she's not blowing smoke into her kids' faces. Christ. Are you fucking kidding me?! I wanted to run out of the office screaming.
I made it home in one piece, had a fish sandwich from Doug's Fish Fry for dinner, and am now watching the Sabres game. Could be worse, I s'pose.
Only one day of cardiology left - I have a full day of adolescent clinic tomorrow (doing a little cross-covering, as it were). I'm probably going to be feeling fairly homicidal after clinic tomorrow, too. Just a hunch.
(And before I can even finish this post, Josh Gratton and Andy Peters are doe-si-doeing on the ice. Mind you, it's two minutes into the first. Boo yah.)
Moment of Burrito:
"On the Twelfth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
12 Hakans Loobing
11 Dingmans Dinging
10 LaFleurs A-Leaping
9 Gordie Elbows
8 Neelys Knocking
7 Hortons Donuts
6 Boughner Boogers
5 GOLDEN NICKS!
4 Bobby Orrs
3 Pha-neufs
2 Harvey Highlights
And a Sawchuk in a square crease."
John Buccigross