Jun 16, 2010 05:47
Four months Dr fucking Andy from Chicargo has been phoning me in the middle of the fucking night. The first three months I have politely told him what time it is here and asked him to phone me when he gets up in his morning, which would be my lunch time. The last month I have either been telling him in strongly worded and brief messages not to phone here at 3 or 4 in the morning or I won't answer the phone to him at all.
Guess what? I bet you can guess can't you? I forgot to turn the phone off last night and he did it again. Four, fourty five! My phone is next to the bed, even when I don't answer it I still hear it ring and I still hear him babbling on. Then I get IN CAN DECENT with rage at his total lack of consideration. Then I can't get back to sleep. I have things to do today, things I need to be clear headed for.
Do you know he had the bloody cheek to ask me to phone him back! Do you know he wanted me to give him Jani's brother phone number so he can harrass him too! Will I hell!
If he has the courtesy to phone during my day I will give him the nursing home's number, the night staff should be able to help him. I have thought of giving him Jani's number, being as she is taking calls for herself now and she too is a night bird, but I won't as she needs all the sleep she can get to heal.
Countries have been invaded for less!
rant