Dr. Grumpy: "How often do you get migraines?"
Ms. Thac: "About twice a week. I have one today, actually."
Dr. Grumpy: "Do they..."
Ms. Thac: "Do you mind if I take my migraine medicine here?"
Dr. Grumpy: "No, go ahead. Do you need some water?"
Ms. Thac: "No, thank you."
Takes a plastic bag and glass pipe from her purse, starts packing a bowl.
My first year at BSU I had this dumb-as-rocks dorm roommate. He wrote college reports in crayon, lost tuition checks his dad sent him, and routinely stepped on eggs our suite-mates had hidden in his shoes. Like most college guys, he was obsessed with meeting girls, but he had some, uh, non-traditional approaches.
1. Bizarre idea to meet girls #1.
Our dorm was co-ed. Odd numbered floors were women, even numbered were men.
Mike decided to bounce golf balls, LOUDLY, on the floor of our room. His
idea was that the girls who lived beneath us (and he had no idea
who they were) would then come up to our room, ask him nicely to stop,
and he could invite them in.
All that happened was they called the building office to complain, and we got written up.
I wasn't even in the room at the time.
2. Bizarre idea to meet girls #2:
This involved, I swear, the lobby vending machine that sold little
containers of milk. He noticed that a lot of women would get some milk
to study with, so he set up camp near it with a shitload of quarters.
Anytime he saw a girl going to buy some he'd get up and strike up a
conversation while waiting his turn for milk. This idea was such a
remarkable success that one night he returned to our dorm room with 18
containers of milk, out of money, and with no phone numbers. He needed
to borrow quarters from me to do his laundry that night, because he
spilled milk all over his shirt trying to drown his sorrows in
overpurchased dairy products. He also discovered he was, after a point,
lactose intolerant.
3. Definitely NOT a good way to meet girls:
Our room overlooked the lawn behind the dorm, and one spring day a lot
of pretty girls were out sunbathing. Mike watched them for a while, and
then decided to, uh, relieve some tension while doing so. For unknown
reasons he didn't realize that if he could see them, they could see him.
Mercifully, I was downstairs on the patio with friends, so anyone who
looked up and saw what was going on in my room could immediately see
that I was definitely not the person up there.
I googled him last week. He sells real estate in Nevada now.
Dr. Grumpy: "Any health changes since I last saw you?"
Mr. Otitis: "I had an ear infection, that was about it."
Dr. Grumpy: "Okay, so at your last visit I ordered an MRI of your back..."
Mr. Otitis: "It was a bad ear infection. I had to see my family doctor for it."
Dr. Grumpy: "All right, but..."
Mr. Otitis: "I mean, it was like bloody diarrhea, except it was gushing out of my ear."
I stop stirring my coffee and push it away.
Mr. Otitis: "Anyway, can we talk about my MRI?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Let's do that."
Saturday afternoon
Andy: "Local pharmacy, this is Andy."
Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy, returning a page."
Andy: "Thanks for calling back, we've been trying to get a refill for Alma Childrin, on her Fuximab?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Hang on, let me look her chart up... Actually she died last month."
Pause
Andy: "So is that a no?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Have a seat... So what can I do for you?"
Ms. Calgerepep: "I'm not sure I'm in the right place... I thought I was supposed to see a brain surgeon."
Dr. Grumpy: "That's definitely not me. What were you referred for?"
Ms. Calgerepep: "I have migraines."
Dr. Grumpy: "Actually, I do handle that. You are at the right doc."
Ms. Calgerepep: "What do you do for migraines?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Well, we can get into more detail on that later, after I take your history, but there's a large number of medication options."
Ms. Calgerepep: "I don't want medications. I just want the migraines taken out."
Dr. Grumpy: "I understand that, but treatment is really more finding the right medication for each person, why don't you tell me..."
Ms. Calgerepep: "See this is why I wanted to see a brain surgeon. I want someone who can just go in there and take the migraines out."
Dr. Grumpy: "Migraine treatment doesn't work that way, unfortunately. There really isn't a specific thing to take out."
Ms. Calgerepep: "Now you're lying to me. You just want to be able to bill me, when you aren't even the right doctor. We both know I need a brain surgeon to fix them."
Dr. Grumpy: "Ma'am, I promise you that..."
Ms. Calgerepep: "You must be in this with my family doctor. I'm out of here."
She leaves, slams door.