"Where I spit, no grass grows, EVER."

Eve, I was just backhanded by a tree and denounced in The Spectator.

What do you do that causes that to happen?

She glares over her lorngette.

I know it sucks to be in your situation. Even though you probably feel like you are on an island, you know there is a safe harbor of sarcasm, nonsense and voodoo dolls waiting here for you to vent your spleen at/on.
Once you get this little episode over with this doctor, shop around for a new one.
Yes, he has been with your mother since dinosaurs roamed the Earth, but chances are he is either too busy with a huge DeathStar sized practice, getting old and forgetful or he could possibly be set in his ways medically speaking and not keeping up with the times and learning about the newer stuff.

What I’ve learned in my dealings with Medicine ( my brothers, My mom - oye my mom, kids, In Laws, Mr. Ujest, the dog and Mine) is you have to keep yourself informed of what you have, what you are taking & why, and other options that may work. I know, he didn’t tell you and that is inexcusable.

You have to be agressive in this department. Ask questions. Write things down to remind yourself. Say you will call back at four and call back at 3:55. Get to know the nurses and staff really well. If you don’t, your 11.5 minutes alloted per patient visit with the doctor be over before it started.
Open up a can of whoop ass.
Preferrably on live web cam.

There are FOUR lights!!

I’ve got a button affixed to my computer monitor at work that warns people about me, but should probably go to Eve.

It reads: Piss me off, pay the consequences

You know, I went to the store just the other day to buy a tin of shoe polish and for the life of me couldn’t figure out why Kiwi now has “Cordovan A,” “Cordovan B,” and “Cordovan O” as colors.

Now I understand it completely - no more oxblood for me! I want the real thing!