Doctor Death's Announcement of DOOM
I went to the doctor today and our conversation goes as follows:
Doc: So what seems to be the problem today, missy?
Me: My neck hurts and my wrist is sore and crampy.
Doc Korean proceeds to stick and prod me with equipment.
Doc: Does this hurt? Squeezes neck and wrist unbelievably hard!
Me: No. OF COURSE IT DOES. DIDN'T I SAY THAT WHEN I CAME IN?!
Doc: Have you been under any stress lately?
Me: Yeah, its the end of summer and I've slept three hours just to work on my term papers.
Doc ignores me and doodles a stick figure walking a dog (Or maybe signing his name, not quite sure).
Doc: Neck. No problem, simply stressed related. Wrist. Possible signs of carpal tunnel syndrome.
Me: Are you shitting me? (Wow, who knew I was overtly bitchy when I'm in pain)
Doc: A young lady as yourself should not use that language. And yes CTS.
Me: But I have homework to type. Things to do.
Doc: Type with your left hand then.
So I may have carpal tunnel syndrome. Right before the English Paper Deadline. And typing with your left hand takes fucking forever. (All of this. 40 minutes to type baby.)
To quote my non-cursing mother: Well ain't that a bitch.
Doc: So what seems to be the problem today, missy?
Me: My neck hurts and my wrist is sore and crampy.
Doc Korean proceeds to stick and prod me with equipment.
Doc: Does this hurt? Squeezes neck and wrist unbelievably hard!
Me: No. OF COURSE IT DOES. DIDN'T I SAY THAT WHEN I CAME IN?!
Doc: Have you been under any stress lately?
Me: Yeah, its the end of summer and I've slept three hours just to work on my term papers.
Doc ignores me and doodles a stick figure walking a dog (Or maybe signing his name, not quite sure).
Doc: Neck. No problem, simply stressed related. Wrist. Possible signs of carpal tunnel syndrome.
Me: Are you shitting me? (Wow, who knew I was overtly bitchy when I'm in pain)
Doc: A young lady as yourself should not use that language. And yes CTS.
Me: But I have homework to type. Things to do.
Doc: Type with your left hand then.
So I may have carpal tunnel syndrome. Right before the English Paper Deadline. And typing with your left hand takes fucking forever. (All of this. 40 minutes to type baby.)
To quote my non-cursing mother: Well ain't that a bitch.