Doctors.... Gods I hate them.
You know, it is no secret that I will always try to wiggle my way out of doctors appointments... I hate them. I don't trust them.
Logically I have NO reason! Because I -know- I only hate them 'cause they couldn't save my mother, or my father or grandma. But that's rather unfair of me. My Step mum had gotten aids. (Very unfortunate incident at a hospital she worked at in the Philippines) And my father had a massive stroke- and those... you really can't help; ESPECIALLY since he drank like a fish and smoked like a freight train.... his eatting habits weren't very good either. As for grandma, yeah lung cancer is a bitch, yeah they did all they could, but they didn't catch it until stage... what... 3? I don't remember... I just remember she died a few months after they realized 'osht this old lady has cancer!'
So... as you see- it's illogical, but... really... I hate them. In my eyes I'll always think they can't do anything when a person is sick but throw a bunch of darts at the board blindly and HOPE they hit something...
My opinions have not changed any time recently.
My poor little Vladimir had to go to the ER twice in so many days. And both times, after five hours + some, they hand us medicine and go 'We THINK it's this" or "We HOPE it's THAT" And guess what? He really hasn't gotten better. NOW they are sending me to the pediatrics department... (Once again- THEY CAN'T DO ANYTHING!) ...and since J has to work he can't do it while I watch the kids. So... I get to bring Lex and Ike to the hospital and introduce them to more nasty bugs and germs then a person could find in a heap of rotting bodies, for them to once more tell me 'Eh- we can't do anything for your kid because we are a bunch of shits who don't really CARE about your kid, thus we won't run any tests.'
Oh... and it's been raining for over twenty four hours, the temp has dropped below fifty and there's water covering all the roads.
So- recap. It's cold... I'm bringing three kids to the hospital... and... WAIT THERE IS MORE! J wants me to go to the commicary after we're done at the hospital.
We don't have MONEY to eat... to spend on stuff! He KNOWS he had to do it 'cause if I go that silly thing like 'Oh! Mommy has to get HEALTHY food and REAL MEALS for her family' will take over and I won't be able to just buy enough ramen to last us the month and some more days. (Seriously... fourty dollars isn't enough to feed five people -_- EESH! When did getting to be an adult get so difficult?)
...With three kids... in the rain.... after being exposed to every nastey thing on San Ant. L.A.F.B.
I'm -not- going to be suprised when everyone in my house gets sick. I'm just going to be PISSED- and FUCK if they expect ME to go into a doctor. Everyone knows it takes at least four people to get me to take my meds. And all have to be pretty damn strong. -grins wickedly- And J is only one person >=3
Logically I have NO reason! Because I -know- I only hate them 'cause they couldn't save my mother, or my father or grandma. But that's rather unfair of me. My Step mum had gotten aids. (Very unfortunate incident at a hospital she worked at in the Philippines) And my father had a massive stroke- and those... you really can't help; ESPECIALLY since he drank like a fish and smoked like a freight train.... his eatting habits weren't very good either. As for grandma, yeah lung cancer is a bitch, yeah they did all they could, but they didn't catch it until stage... what... 3? I don't remember... I just remember she died a few months after they realized 'osht this old lady has cancer!'
So... as you see- it's illogical, but... really... I hate them. In my eyes I'll always think they can't do anything when a person is sick but throw a bunch of darts at the board blindly and HOPE they hit something...
My opinions have not changed any time recently.
My poor little Vladimir had to go to the ER twice in so many days. And both times, after five hours + some, they hand us medicine and go 'We THINK it's this" or "We HOPE it's THAT" And guess what? He really hasn't gotten better. NOW they are sending me to the pediatrics department... (Once again- THEY CAN'T DO ANYTHING!) ...and since J has to work he can't do it while I watch the kids. So... I get to bring Lex and Ike to the hospital and introduce them to more nasty bugs and germs then a person could find in a heap of rotting bodies, for them to once more tell me 'Eh- we can't do anything for your kid because we are a bunch of shits who don't really CARE about your kid, thus we won't run any tests.'
Oh... and it's been raining for over twenty four hours, the temp has dropped below fifty and there's water covering all the roads.
So- recap. It's cold... I'm bringing three kids to the hospital... and... WAIT THERE IS MORE! J wants me to go to the commicary after we're done at the hospital.
We don't have MONEY to eat... to spend on stuff! He KNOWS he had to do it 'cause if I go that silly thing like 'Oh! Mommy has to get HEALTHY food and REAL MEALS for her family' will take over and I won't be able to just buy enough ramen to last us the month and some more days. (Seriously... fourty dollars isn't enough to feed five people -_- EESH! When did getting to be an adult get so difficult?)
...With three kids... in the rain.... after being exposed to every nastey thing on San Ant. L.A.F.B.
I'm -not- going to be suprised when everyone in my house gets sick. I'm just going to be PISSED- and FUCK if they expect ME to go into a doctor. Everyone knows it takes at least four people to get me to take my meds. And all have to be pretty damn strong. -grins wickedly- And J is only one person >=3