I’ve met several people who genetically have bad teeth no matter what they do. The dentist will insist on saving the bad teeth rather than get rid of them. These people are better off having all the bad teeth removed and having dentures. It’s cheaper, easier, less painful. Ah, but the dentist will not make as much money, you see. If you return to the dentist over and over again, he or she stands to make thousands.
I cannot get more contact lenses unless I’ve had an eye exam. I think I’m grown up enough to make that decision. My vision is perfectly fine and I’m mature enough to notice if my vision has changed and I need to upgrade my lenses. Of course, I cannot even purchase lenses unless I’ve had a yearly eye exam. The eye doctor makes much more money this way.
This is exactly why most contact lens wearers will stock up before that exam due date. And that eye doctor makes a wee bit less money. Awwww. It’s not like they’ll come take away your eye glasses if you haven’t been in for a year. Eye doctors, you’re not fooling anyone.
I’ve been on birth control for 15 years. It helps with a pile of problems I’ve had since puberty. I don’t get high on BC pills, I’m not addicted. However, I cannot get another prescription until I’ve had my yearly vagina exam.
Really?! I had the flu a couple weeks ago and vomited up some BC bills. Now I do not have enough to make it till my next appointment. I called and explained my situation, asking for just one month’s worth so I can make up the missing pills. Otherwise, my body will turn against me and everyone in my world will suffer for it. I can’t help it, folks, it’s hormones in my body and brain telling me that everyone and everything sucks. And I’ll let you know to your face because the hormones take over. They have complete control if I miss taking my BC pills. We like to call this Evil Misty. It’s not me, guys. It’s Evil Misty.
I was refused.
Really?! It’s not like I’m abusing BC pills. It’s not a controlled substance! I’m not selling them on the street like morphine. Doctors suck. Another problem is that for some reason you have make an appointment like, six months in advance. WHY?! How is it that every woman in the freaking city is seemingly going only to this clinic? Are gynocologists that hard to come by?
Fortunately, there was a cancellation. In Harker Heights. Sigh. At least my body won’t turn against me. I’ve jumped through the hoops so I’ll be able to get a new pack of pills on time. Thank you doctors. You helped me a ton. (Note the sarcastic tone)
When I had the flu it was suggested to me by many that I go get a prescription for Tamiflu.
Allow me to describe to you what this flu is like: It’s the most horrible flu you will ever experience. It invades the very bones of your body, causing pain like you’ve never imagined. The fever runs high for days and that fever makes you exhausted (and cranky). There’s buckets of snot, sneezing and vomiting. So much vomiting!
I was so nauseous that I had taken to Pepto Bismol as my best friend. It’s what we had in the house. I didn’t know what else to take. Several handfuls of Pepto later, I developed a hemorrhoid. Once again, after the initial shock of WHAT IN THE CRAP IS THAT?! I realized that I had literally pooped out a blood vessel.
At least, that’s how I understood it after many Google searches. I had a blood vessel OUTSIDE OF MY BODY! I decided that my body was obviously trying to kill me.
“Don’t bear down,” a friend told me. “You could break the hemorrhoid and it’s gonna be SO MUCH WORSE if you do.”
I took that advice and ate nothing buy Ramen with cheese, hoping I wouldn’t have to poop at all. I’ve already written on this subject so I’ll spare you the rerun.
Also, with that greasy Preparation H stuff, every time you fart it feel likes you may have pooped a little, even though you haven’t because it’s so greasy, every fart is a wet fart, even though there’s nothing there. Eventually, I just stopped checking. I’m not getting up again! It’s not like I was farting on purpose. I wasn’t bearing down on anything! However, when I merely coughed, the farts rolled out on their own like popcorn popping. From my butt.
Anyway, the very idea of going out for a prescription was out of the question. First, I’d have to make an appointment, then drive across town and sit in a germ infested waiting room for an hour, sit in a tiny germ infested room where paper is considered the best germ barrier, then pay a doctor $200 to tell me I had the flu (duh), then drive across town again to pick up a prescription, then drive some more to get home.
My current state of mind? Just leave me in the bed and let me die peacefully as I listen to Parks and Recreation on the TV. Out of the question.
Eventually, the fever broke. The vomiting stopped and the nausea went away. I didn’t feel like a new person, ready to take on the world. In fact, I was a walking bucket of snot for a week and then I got a cold. Ha ha!
So, I’m over doctors. I’ll let them invade my most private area so I can remain stable and I’ll allow them to show me two slides that LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME as they ask, “Better or worse?” so I can continue to obtain my contact lenses.
It’s just a business like every other. You must have repeat customers to remain in business.
I should have been a doctor. That’s just job security.
PS, I noticed as I type this, there’s a red squiggly line under Pepto. Really? You recognize Google as a word, but not Pepto?
Also, there’s no line under “squiggly”. I guess that’s a word. Learn something every day!
NOTE: With much laughter, my mom said to me, “I can’t believe you wrote that on Facebook!” Well, who else is gonna do it? My dad on the other hand, said he can’t wait for the day when someone comes up to him and asks, “Did your daughter really write that?” He grinned. “Yes! MY DAUGHTER wrote that!”