Had a phone appointment with my doctor’s office today.
Here’s how that went down.
But first, I have to get this out of the way.
As patient readers know, this appointment was not with my usual GP, it was with his locum, because he’s apparent too important to see patients any more.
Well it turns out his locum’s name is Doctor Kwok.
And I think I deserve some kind of medal for not making fun of that name. The temptation is so strong. The jokes would be so easy, and plentiful.
But I won’t do it because that would be culturally insensitive of me and I refuse to go there no matter how fun it would be.
Still, a pat on the back for that wouldn’t go to waste.
Alright, now that I have unburdened myself, I can concentrate on the actual subject matter of the vid.
I’m rapidly reaching the stage where I just plain stop giving doctors the benefit of the doubt and start treating them all like dim children who have to be handled firmly in order to keep them from wandering into traffic.
No… no Brandon, put the toy car down, it doesn’t want to go play with the other cars, now pay attention to Mommy.
There has to be some way to keep them on topic. Maybe I need to draw amusing animals on my forehead with Sharpie so I can pretend they’re making eye contact.
OK, OK, I’ll stop.
Wait, no, one more : I know, I’ll show up with the topic and a few main points I want to cover printed out onto poster board so they won’t forget.
No, remember, Mister President, remember what were talking about? Tell me what it says on the big piece of paper. No, I mean under where it says, “Donnie is the best boy in the world”, sir.
OK, now I’m done.
The doctor wants me to go in and get my a1c done. I have a standing order so I don’t have to get a lab req from her or anything.
I will do it after Wound Care on Friday.
But basically I am humoring her. What I really wanted was some sense of her being interested in my beginning to wet myself and maybe even a solution or at least some kind of tests towards that goal.
But no. Exactly like Doctor Chao, she seized upon my less-than-perfect a1c level and used that as an excuse to tell me to fuck off and come back when I’ve done whatever.
Every second she spends talking to me is a moment she COULD be talking to another patient and telling THEM to fuck off,
The important thing is to get the money. After that, you’re a liability.
That’s why they seize upon one obvious thing and focus on that because what they are looking for is not a diagnosis but a reason to make you leave.
Not that I’m bitter or anything.
This is the same medical system, after all, that has been perfectly fine with not knowing what went wrong with my legs for coming up on three years.
They tried a few things, it wasn’t those, so they got bored and gave up.
Guess I must have made the whole thing up. Or whatever. They don’t care.
God forbid they should actually diagnose me. Ick, diagnoses are such a commitment, and curing people means they stop generating office visits.
Where’s the fun (money) in that?
I would accept a diagnosis of psychosomatic illness. I have no problem with that. I have a history of psychosomatics and knowing the problem is psychogenic would be a huge step forward towards fixing it.
I don’t consider that probable, but it’s definitely possible.
But no, that would involve telling me something I might not want to hear, and that way too much work for a doctor.
After all, that might make you want to stay longer!
More after the break.
An important video
This video is too long and too serious for our usual Zoom meetings so I am going to put it here in order to share it.
Pearl here learned something important and is brave enough to share it.
In the comments, I said this :
Me, on youtube, in the comments for this vid
But women will do things to one another out of jealousy, resentment, and so on that would be absolutely unthinkable to a man. Things like starting rumours, using someone’s deepest insecurities against them, emotionally bullying people, and pretty much any other venomous, toxic, nightmarish thing you can think of in their conflicts with one another.
And that’s the lesson poor Pearl learned the hard way. Like I said in the comments, women do not fight fair. Men have an internal set of rules that limits what we will do out of aggression and that is backed by the instinctive knowledge that if we go too far, other men will turn on us and kick our ass.
Women don’t have that. So they act out of pure rage and malice and with a coldhearted ruthlessness that makes guerilla warfare look like a polite game of checkers.
Like I said, I can’t empathize with that. Those male rules are in my brain too. Even fairly awful, violent men will follow them and disapprove of any man who breaks them.
I am probably less scared of women than the average straight dude because the power of the pussy means nothing to me and I have the verbal and emotional skills to defend myself against their dirty tricks.
And that’s one of the reasons I consider it part of my mission on this planet to defend straight dudes from the women who will abuse them, counting on both the rule against violence against women and the man’s inability to articulate what they are doing to hurt him to shield them from consequences.
Well not when I’m around, toots.
Women don’t scare me.
And I will tackle anyone at any time if they are being unjust.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.