I just set my Facebook status to:
Mir is off to see the wizard! Or at least the new pediatrician, who would pretty much have to bite the head off a live chicken to be a worse option than the last doctor.
(And that’s about all I have to say about THAT, right now.)
While I go make nice, perhaps you’d like a peek into my reasoning when it comes to groceries. I’m pretty sure it’s exactly as neurotic as you’d expect.
fingers crossed on this one being more than a man behind the curtain!
It always freaks me out when doctors are really, really bad. It gets me to thinking: Do they just have to get 50% on their tests to make it through? What IS an exceptable failure rate when they seem to be the only ones able to read all those charts? Maybe, rather than their certificates framed up for all to see they should have to have their report card right up there on the wall…
Loved your thoughts on groceries.
Also, LOVED your FB status. Perfect!
Reminds me of the joke,
What do they call the guy who finished last in his class in med school? ‘Doctor.'” Too many of them find their way down south. I hope you get a good one this time, Mir.
So, did he have to compensate? Reading your letter has had me writing letters in my head for DAYS. Thanks!
Hope you found the care you were looking for in the new doctor. XOXO