HORSEpital
Tonight I had to take Ralph to the horsepital. Naw, we don't have a HOSpital here.
The following is my letter to the administer of said place:
Dear Administrator:
My name is Lori. Tonight my husband, Ralph came into the hospital complaining of prostate pain, pain when he defecates, and in general just not feeling "well".
Anyhow, the "doctor" on call was Chandler. I would like to file a complaint on her sorry ass. She came into the room, put on her gloves, pressed on my husbands lower abdomin, (prolly didn't spell that right sorry) and did nothing else. That was it. I went out into the lobby area, and told her again how he was feeling with his prostate, etc. and I was told "those problems are for office visits. I suggest he goes to see Dr. Woods." Well excuse the hell outta me because we went to your emergency room for help. I thought that is what it's there for. If not, then I suggest you close that sucker down and save the damn county of Dale some money.
That in bold print is what's on my mind right now. I'm so angry with her, the service we received, the way my HUSBANDS complaints were just pushed off by saying to see Dr. Woods.
I'm not gonna send this letter by mail, but I will be delivering it in PERSON. I want an explaination for the way Ralph was treated, and I want it IN PERSON.
So I reckon I'll be seeing you tomorrow.
Thanks for shit, cause that's what we got.
Next goddamn time one of us has a "problem" we'll be fucking going to DOTHAN goddamn it.
************
I can't wait for tomorrow, umma eat that man a new fucking asshole, or my names not...well yall know what it is lolol.
The following is my letter to the administer of said place:
Dear Administrator:
My name is Lori. Tonight my husband, Ralph came into the hospital complaining of prostate pain, pain when he defecates, and in general just not feeling "well".
Anyhow, the "doctor" on call was Chandler. I would like to file a complaint on her sorry ass. She came into the room, put on her gloves, pressed on my husbands lower abdomin, (prolly didn't spell that right sorry) and did nothing else. That was it. I went out into the lobby area, and told her again how he was feeling with his prostate, etc. and I was told "those problems are for office visits. I suggest he goes to see Dr. Woods." Well excuse the hell outta me because we went to your emergency room for help. I thought that is what it's there for. If not, then I suggest you close that sucker down and save the damn county of Dale some money.
That in bold print is what's on my mind right now. I'm so angry with her, the service we received, the way my HUSBANDS complaints were just pushed off by saying to see Dr. Woods.
I'm not gonna send this letter by mail, but I will be delivering it in PERSON. I want an explaination for the way Ralph was treated, and I want it IN PERSON.
So I reckon I'll be seeing you tomorrow.
Thanks for shit, cause that's what we got.
Next goddamn time one of us has a "problem" we'll be fucking going to DOTHAN goddamn it.
************
I can't wait for tomorrow, umma eat that man a new fucking asshole, or my names not...well yall know what it is lolol.