Larry in Oklahoma where it is finally raining!
>From: Gunny0011(AT)aol.com
>Date: Sat, 6 Feb 1999 18:05:04 EST
>To: TMic-list(AT)eskimo.com
>Subject: A funny situation
>
>Hey people;
> I spent all day Thursday in bed with no initiative to get out.
Friday I
>cancel the swim at Easter Seals, but do go to Chiropractor. My left leg
is
>beet red from the knee down, and hurts like hell. I can hardly stand on
it
>hurts so bad. I've been to all the Hospitals in the area at one time or
>another, and am not satisfied with any, but there is a new facility in
>Boardman so I figure, lemme try this. As you may or may not know, I do
not
>like Doctors or Hospitals. Anyway, I hobble into the waiting room, and
an
>intake Nurse hands me a form to fill out. I take it and give all the
pertinent
>information, only for her to come out and say, Mr. Boyle, this is not
your
>Social Security Number. I hung my head and screamed, oh no, I'm dead.
She
>didn't think it was funny, so then I take out my wallet and produce
seven-
>forms of identity of which three have pictures on them. SS nos. are
identical
>on each and every one of them. I say, hello, is it possible that you
may have
>transposed some numbers. It seems that she saw the eight as a three and
that's
>why I didn't sexist, and I did reassure her that my name was not
Theresa. I am
>now led to the exam room, and am asked if it's necessary that I have
this
>cane. I said yes, I have Transverse Myelitis, and it's kinda hard to
walk
>without it. The Attending Physician who was nearby says, what's that?
>I looked at the reflection of myself in the towel dispenser and
shrugged my
>shoulders. I am now asked to disrobe, and lay on the table which I do.
The
>Doctor comes in and looks at my leg only to tell me I have Cellulitis.
They
>want blood which I refuse to give and a urine specimen which I will
give. I
>told the Nurse, I don't think I can stand long enough to get this test
done
>without leaning on a wall or something cause my leg hurt to put any
weight on
>it. She said, we can do a pass and catch if you like. OK, what's that?
Well,
>you urinate and I'll pass the jar under the stream and catch it. I
started to
>smile. I lean on the wall, and here it comes looking like liquid apple
butter.
>Later I was informed that I had a UTI also. After four hours I was
prescribed
>Floxin. I said I already flossed today once. As I was getting dressed,
the
>Doctor comes in again and said, "What did you say you have?" Another
four
>hours I sat there explaining what TM is. Soon, the whole ER is sitting
there
>listening to me. It was a slow night. The ironic thing is, that no one
ever
>once asked me to produce Medical License, but rest assured that when I
left,
>there was a group of very educated Medical Practitioners in that
building.
>Just thought I'd share that with ya.
>
>
>Gunny
>
>
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