BLUSH AND CRINGE

If you're going to gripe.....don't wear a name tag. That works both ways. Snicker. As some of you know I've been struggling with chronic pain for two years now. There is not one single second where I don't hurt in my hip and leg area among other places which will remain unnamed. So anyway, this week they found the problem...they think. Severe hip dysplasia with a torn labrum...which is the soft tissue/cartlidge ring that cushions the hip joint. They found this on MRI but the diagnosis will be confirmed with an arthroscopy soon. Anyway, the receptionist at one of the doctor's offices I went to was, has been RUDE, RUDE, RUDE to me every time I've called or went in. So anyway the last time I blew up at her. "What is your name?" I demanded, intent on writing a letter of complaint. I feel all proud of myself because I stood up for myself...(people I've been really patient and understanding and gracious through this entire process..I'm telling you this woman has no business working with the public. She has no phone manners or people skills. She's downright hateful.) So I leave there and look down to where I saw her smirking....

Blush. Cringe. I still had a sticker from my children's room at church that had "My name is (my name)" and at the top it had, "You must return this form in order to pick up your child."

ROFL. I nearly suffocated laughing in the car because in reality I really did throw a tantrum of epic proportions in the office. Pain will alter your personality people...so for all of you who've thought about me what I've thought about this woman...forgive me. I know I've been a witch with a capital B sometimes.

The sticker was just too much...but I guess you had to be there.

Cheryl