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?"
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