Today would have been my sixth Anniversay.  And just in case I was planning to forget that fact, I ended up at the UT Hospital Emergency Room this morning after waking up sick yesterday morning and being far worse today.  Do you know how many times I had to answer stupid questions about, “It says here you’re married, but, oh, you’re seperated?”  Pretty f#$&ing hard to do when you have larangytis, too.

     Speaking was seriously hurting my throat. 
     First, the admissions nurse took down my info and symptoms.  Next, I spoke to a check-in clerk who took down my info and symptoms again.  Then I spoke to a check-in nurse who took down my info and symptoms again.
     By then, my throat was raw and sore as Hell, and couldn’t speak well any more.

     Not to make it any easier, I had to do it all over again to Dr. Fetzer.  Of course, she wouldn’t listen to me, kept interrupting as I was trying to explain, and generally attempted to bust my balls.  Also, she let me know that I’m too stupid to know a mosquito bite from a pimple too.  Yeah, she was a *real* sweetheart.

     I’m sick to death of idiot doctors who treat patients without insurance like criminals.  And quite honestly, there’s no way in Hell I’m going to pay her bill when I get it, either.  She was rude, didn’t do her job and wrong.