a conversation between a tired woman and an unpleasant bitch

I shall play the part of the tired woman. The doctors receptionist shall play the part of the unpleasant bitch.

I don't go to the doctor much. But I need to now. Last year my doctor left the surgery where he was and moved out on his own. So I rang the new number.

me – Hi, it's me, can I make an appointment with Dr please?

bitch – have you been to the new premises?

no.

well the books are closed, we aren't taking new patients.

but I've been seeing him for years.

well you haven't been to the new surgery so you can't see him anymore.

but I haven't been sick!!

She then started on about some kind of bla bla bla and because I hadn't had a good nights sleep for three days, and my allergy eyes were very itchy and my hair was slightly greasy and I started to feel like I might start crying, I hung up on her.

I then rang my husband and told him he must ring her immediately and tell her that her tone was not good and that Dr has been our doctor for years and insist on speaking to the Dr. So he rang unpleasant bitch who immediately was all huffy and said that I'd hung up on her. And he told her it was because I was disillusioned. And then he told her she was a joke.

So I didn't end up with an appointment with my Dr. I rang another surgery and had a conversation with a lovely receptionist who no doubt thought she was talking to an emotional fruitcake. I have an appointment with a doctor called Caesar. I think that is an interesting name choice. I can't imagine gazing down at my newborn and saying – lets call him Caesar.

 

 

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19 thoughts on “a conversation between a tired woman and an unpleasant bitch

  1. He has kept me alive after several heart specialist and surgeons told me to go home and get my funeral in order. Also this shingles thing. I didn't even have to go to the office. I talked to him on the phone and he called in the script. When I went to him my heart EF (ejection function) was 10% it is now 35% Yeah I really love the man.

  2. She then started on about some kind of bla bla bla and because I hadn't had a good nights sleep for three days, and my allergy eyes were very itchy and my hair was slightly greasy and I started to feel like I might start crying, I hung up on her
    Oh my! I could really related to this part…I have had this exact moment on the phone with a bitchy receptionist. I know many receptionists are quite friendly and helpful, but when you run across a bad one, it can really ruin your day!
    I am glad it all worked out. I love that your hubby got involved…very endearing!

  3. I don't let these tyrants ruin my day these days. You see, I stick my fork in the ground and have it on with them. It's good fun. When you consider that in this world of 6 billion or so people, and you run into these self-appointed gnats, you really don't want to walk away and feel as though you've lost something because of this one twat. So you go back and make a huge scene – one that's so big that THEY never forget in a hurry that the next time they have an attitude, they might want to consider living through a stormy hell.
    Consider this your contribution to society.
    I'm your best friend but boyoboy, I can be your worst enemy, too. Ask the many pricks who have tried it on with me at airports, hotels, in taxis, in clinics, at the shops, at the banks, at uni, in the office etc.

  4. well it's hard to take people on when you feel as if you're about to burst into tears. Damn hormones! You want to be all assertive but turn into some blabbering fool. Don't worry – most days of the month I can fight it out with the best of them. I shall go back next week and make demands. Lol – you sound like a real pain in the arse!

  5. In any other era but our current one, I'd agree … but you just KNOW someones from the medical industry would read it, get offended and sue. That's the fucked-up world we live in now.

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