Look you wanna talk about aggravating? Try having a grand mal seizure that leaveth your tongue all thre-ed* up on the sides tho you can hardly make yourthelf un-erthood. Then call the hospital to ask them why the fuck they told you that there was nothing wrong with you and you did not need a scrip for anti-convulsants, and finally get connected to an operator becauth the voith-recothnithion thoftware can’t u-erthad a friggin word. Then start on a merry round of “No, I do not want Cardiolothy! I said EEG, NOT EKG! I want Neurolothy! NEUROLOTHY!!! BRAIN! NOT HEART!”
(And finally get the Neurology department, where they blithely tell you, “Because your EEG was normal.” Yeah, right.)
*Shredded. You don’t want to know.