I can’t say which he deserves more; a bludgeoning death or slow strangulation.
I went into the office to get my eyes checked. He was talking about eyes and age, looked at my info card, and referred to me as “52 years young.”
“52 years young.”
Bloody cheek, from this smug bastard.
At this point, I’m also considering it would be a good thing if he were to get a good wheeling.
My GP’s practice has a couple of other patients with the same name as me. So when making appointments, my address is verified to make sure they have the correct one.
Went to have some stitches removed by a nurse a few years ago and after she finished, I noticed the details on her computer were those of one of my namesakes and she’d not realised I wasn’t that patient.
It wasn’t a big deal and I wouldn’t have minded, but for the fact that the other bloke was 59 and I was 38.
My gynecologist once attempted to sway me from using the Depo shot as birth control because it was targeted for “younger women” - I wasn’t even 30 yet!
So I got the Depo shot out of spite.
My then-husband said it was great birth control, because I was too much of a bitch to get close to for three months.
(And no, that’s not why he’s an ex, that was funny and I couldn’t deny it!!)