Letters to the Editor
Dear Random Girl that sat in front of me on the bus this morning,
while I don't think that white blonde is the most attractive color on you (kind of clashes with your pale skin), I don't care. But I had to raise my brow when your dark roots were showing at least an inch. If you're going to dye your hair, please do it at least well. Kind of pointless otherwise.
-Me
(Actually- this is pretty common here. I'm not sure if people just don't know how to dye hair correctly, or if it's the style to have your roots showing...which doesn't make sense. Isn't the point of dying hair to make it look as natural as possible?)
Dear Dr. X,
I missed my appointment nearly two years ago and I haven't been back since. I know that I do need to eventually go back, and the sooner the better. But I am avoiding your office for a good reason- I am not a lab rat.
I know that I have a condition that is extremely rare and I'm one of the few, if not the only, patient you will see with it in your years of practice. I know that you want to show all your other doctors and stuff the "amazing" condition I have. And I can get that. But.
1)That bright light you shine in my eye, to see the nerve? It fucking hurts. I'm fairly sensitive to light in general- I dislike bright light. Having a bright light shone in my eye for fifteen minutes? Is torture. The time you need for the test is not good, but I can deal with it. It hurts and my eye tears up and I hate it, but I get through it. But then repeating the fucking thing over and over again to show all the residents and other interested doctors? Not cool.
2)I have a life. Yes, believe it or not, I do have things to do, places to go, people to meet. I am not a lab rat. You can't tell me to come in for an appointment at eight in the morning and keep me there until four in the afternoon, claiming that you want to run this test and that test and make sure everything's working right. Especially when seventy-five per cent of the time is spent in the fucking waiting room. And the tests are tests that I've done over and over again, and you know that my condition isn't supposed to really worsen that much.
3)You ask me stupid questions and give me stupid answers. Oh, so I can be anything I want to be when I grow up? That's brilliant. I've always wanted to be a bus driver. Oh, wait. Can't see well enough to get my license here. Whoops. There goes that dream down the drain.
4)You tell me that the next appointment, we're not going to do any tests and just talk about methods on how to deal with my condition. I've been to see you about five times now, and we have never talked about how to deal. You were the one, who on the first visit, said I should have a cane and an aide/help person/mother that holds my arms when I go places (which she does, but it's not because you said so, it's because without holding on, I have a tendency to almost get run over by cars. And bikes. And pedestrians in general. And run into all those things.) or even a guide dog. I saw you four times after that, and instead of getting help, I had to suffersit through a barrage of worthless tests. Stop fucking lying to me.
5)I speak German fluently. I'm an adult, and was an adult when I started seeing you. And my step-father has no legal right to my medical records or information. I am sitting in the chair, had to sit through the examinations, had to wait fucking hours for you to finally see me. TALK TO ME! I'm not deaf. Okay, so I'm a bit hard of hearing, but that's only on the phone and for low tones. If you speak at a decent volume, to me, I can hear you just fine. Don't tell the assholeDetlef what my tests say and what you think. Tell me. He never tells me the shit anyway. I still, to this day, have close to no clue what you said the first time I had an appointment with you.
Therefore, even though I really need to make another appointment, especially if I want help, I'm putting it off and also looking for another doctor. You might be the Chief Ophthalmologist at the hospital near me and one of the few doctors in Germany that actually knows what I have. But your patient skills suck and you still don't seem to have a clue what you're doing.
No love,
Me.
Dear Random Smokers standing outside the OC building,
I'm glad that you're at least not smoking inside anymore. It makes it much easier to breathe inside, being allergic to smoke and all. But- standing right outside the doors? Doesn't make it much better. To get inside, I have to walk past you. It makes my clothes stink of smoke, and it also makes it harder to breathe. I also don't like getting glared at, when I sometimes have to cough, when there are a lot of you.
You're smoking outside, that's great. But please- move away from the doors. You might have a right (unfortunately) to smoke. But I have a right to breathe. Excuse me if I feel breathing is a bit more important than your nicotine fix.
-Me
while I don't think that white blonde is the most attractive color on you (kind of clashes with your pale skin), I don't care. But I had to raise my brow when your dark roots were showing at least an inch. If you're going to dye your hair, please do it at least well. Kind of pointless otherwise.
-Me
(Actually- this is pretty common here. I'm not sure if people just don't know how to dye hair correctly, or if it's the style to have your roots showing...which doesn't make sense. Isn't the point of dying hair to make it look as natural as possible?)
Dear Dr. X,
I missed my appointment nearly two years ago and I haven't been back since. I know that I do need to eventually go back, and the sooner the better. But I am avoiding your office for a good reason- I am not a lab rat.
I know that I have a condition that is extremely rare and I'm one of the few, if not the only, patient you will see with it in your years of practice. I know that you want to show all your other doctors and stuff the "amazing" condition I have. And I can get that. But.
1)That bright light you shine in my eye, to see the nerve? It fucking hurts. I'm fairly sensitive to light in general- I dislike bright light. Having a bright light shone in my eye for fifteen minutes? Is torture. The time you need for the test is not good, but I can deal with it. It hurts and my eye tears up and I hate it, but I get through it. But then repeating the fucking thing over and over again to show all the residents and other interested doctors? Not cool.
2)I have a life. Yes, believe it or not, I do have things to do, places to go, people to meet. I am not a lab rat. You can't tell me to come in for an appointment at eight in the morning and keep me there until four in the afternoon, claiming that you want to run this test and that test and make sure everything's working right. Especially when seventy-five per cent of the time is spent in the fucking waiting room. And the tests are tests that I've done over and over again, and you know that my condition isn't supposed to really worsen that much.
3)You ask me stupid questions and give me stupid answers. Oh, so I can be anything I want to be when I grow up? That's brilliant. I've always wanted to be a bus driver. Oh, wait. Can't see well enough to get my license here. Whoops. There goes that dream down the drain.
4)You tell me that the next appointment, we're not going to do any tests and just talk about methods on how to deal with my condition. I've been to see you about five times now, and we have never talked about how to deal. You were the one, who on the first visit, said I should have a cane and an aide/help person/mother that holds my arms when I go places (which she does, but it's not because you said so, it's because without holding on, I have a tendency to almost get run over by cars. And bikes. And pedestrians in general. And run into all those things.) or even a guide dog. I saw you four times after that, and instead of getting help, I had to suffersit through a barrage of worthless tests. Stop fucking lying to me.
5)I speak German fluently. I'm an adult, and was an adult when I started seeing you. And my step-father has no legal right to my medical records or information. I am sitting in the chair, had to sit through the examinations, had to wait fucking hours for you to finally see me. TALK TO ME! I'm not deaf. Okay, so I'm a bit hard of hearing, but that's only on the phone and for low tones. If you speak at a decent volume, to me, I can hear you just fine. Don't tell the assholeDetlef what my tests say and what you think. Tell me. He never tells me the shit anyway. I still, to this day, have close to no clue what you said the first time I had an appointment with you.
Therefore, even though I really need to make another appointment, especially if I want help, I'm putting it off and also looking for another doctor. You might be the Chief Ophthalmologist at the hospital near me and one of the few doctors in Germany that actually knows what I have. But your patient skills suck and you still don't seem to have a clue what you're doing.
No love,
Me.
Dear Random Smokers standing outside the OC building,
I'm glad that you're at least not smoking inside anymore. It makes it much easier to breathe inside, being allergic to smoke and all. But- standing right outside the doors? Doesn't make it much better. To get inside, I have to walk past you. It makes my clothes stink of smoke, and it also makes it harder to breathe. I also don't like getting glared at, when I sometimes have to cough, when there are a lot of you.
You're smoking outside, that's great. But please- move away from the doors. You might have a right (unfortunately) to smoke. But I have a right to breathe. Excuse me if I feel breathing is a bit more important than your nicotine fix.
-Me