For some dang reason, I always have experiences where I go in, obviously because I couldn't handle my symptoms at home, and get sent home with nothin but a recap of my symptoms, a large bill, and facts I could have found on Google. I know I should be thankful that nothing's physically wrong with me, but really? That's the best you got to help me feel better? I really am skeptic of your compassion. Is it that you really care for me and want to help cute me? Or is it to win over my heart so I can help pay your bills?
Maybe that's one of the reasons why I wanted to become a doctor so badly. So I could prove to myself that there are doctors who care about their patients and not their patients' money.
Sigh, mini rant over. My poor baby is still suffering and after waiting 2 hours, he's sent home exactly the way he came. I finished watching "Warm Bodies" in the waiting room and still no results. I don't know if you walk away happy thinking you just made easy money or if you're sad that you didn't help him at all but make him feel more uncomfortable by probing him?
F... I'm ranting again. G'night, or should I say, good morning. Ugh. #helplessness
