I take my 11:30 patient back to my office.
Dr. Grumpy: "Hi, Don, have a seat. How are you doing?"
Mr. Epazil: "Sorry if I'm in a rush, doc."
Dr. Grumpy: "Everything okay?"
Mr. Epazil: "Yeah, but I have an appointment with Dr. Grumpy at 11:30. I think he's also in this building, but I can't remember where."
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That's so sad.
So I open up another Monday with a profound sadness .
Ah, the joy’s of a specialty that regularly has to try unscrambling an egg….
I want to cry and still nothing effective available for dementia, or a gazillion other neurological issues.
If you'd only stop impersonating Dr. Pissy, you'd get to see more of your own clients.
Please tell me you don't have a revolving door at the entrance to your building.
And was that the point at which you hit the reset button by excusing yourself and leaving the office for a minute. Then when you walked back in, said "Good morning - I'm Dr Grumpy. How can I help you?"
I think that unless Dr. Grumpy is a Neurologist, Mr. Epazil is definitely in the wrong office. Poor man -- I feel for him. My husband has Alzheimer's... bad, but prophetic! Oh, and "Guidance?" I immediately thought of "Guidance Counselor" in school, where you go for "Guidance."
just the other day I reluctantly left a long detailed message for a man who "really needed to speak to me" about a problem he had. I researched what he supposedly desperately needed and left him explicit instructions. A day or two later I got a call saying "why did you call me? I don't know you and I don't know what you want..." Maybe he is also angry that I did not call, because he does not now even remember that I did. loose loose.
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