Category: Health & Body

She Understands, Period

| USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Health & Body

(I am a cisgendered woman running some errands. I have purchased some new underwear, pads, and chocolate. The cashier, also a woman, looks at my purchases, and looks at me.)

Cashier: “Honey, I feel you.”

Might As Well Be Sleeping On The Job

| Queensbury, NY, USA | Employees, Health & Body, Ignoring & Inattentive

(I make an appointment with my primary doc because I’ve been having a long stretch of extremely excessive sleep and fatigue (hypersomnia). I explain the issue, including the fact that several days a week I will sleep anywhere from 16 hours to more than 24 hours, only getting up to eat minimally and to use the bathroom.)

Doctor: “Well, insomnia can have a lot of causes. I think the easiest way to get back on track is to try melatonin, which has been shown to help reset the circadian rhythm.”

Me: “I’m aware of melatonin. However I don’t need help GOING to sleep. My problem is that I’m sleeping too much!”

Doctor: *seemingly oblivious to my reply, continues on about melatonin while I grow increasingly frustrated*

(After the appointment, I looked at my summary of care. He listed insomnia as my diagnosis. He’s my ex-doctor now.)

Doesn’t Take A Surgeon To See This Scam

| Goodlettsville, TN, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Health & Body, Liars/Scammers

(After several weeks of severe pain I was recently diagnosed with gallstones following a CT scan. I get a call from my doctor later in the day and she says what amounts to “Gallstones can only be operated out”. I’m resigned to have surgery because the pain gets really intense, but when I share her information with a friend who’s into medical stuff she tells me that doesn’t sound right. I do some more research and find there are multiple, non-intrusive ways to get rid of them. I go back to talk with her about it.)

Doctor: “Okay, so, gallstones, you said you want to have them taken out. You know that’s [really expensive surgery that includes the complete removal of my gallbladder], right?”

Me: “Actually, I was doing some research and does lithotripsy or Oral Bile Acids sound familiar?”

(She just blinks at me twice.)

Doctor: “Er, where did you hear those?”

Me: “A friend told me that she knew for a fact there were non-surgical treatments for gallstones… Why did you tell me surgery was the only option?”

(To my horror, she proceeded to sputter and stare like a deer in the headlights before excusing herself. A nurse came in a few minutes later to tell me that she had just LEFT THE CLINIC and sped off in her car to avoid answering my question. By the way, the answer? Her normal clientele were from some nearby projects, ie. people unable or unlikely to pay another doctor for a second opinion or do their own research. She had been telling people for years that surgery was the only solution to X problem to get money out of them. Unsurprisingly, she was sued twelve ways to Sunday for malpractice once one of the nurses blew the whistle.)

Not Always Sautéed

| NJ, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Health & Body, Ignoring & Inattentive

(I’m a fussy eater, because I’m on a strict regimen of counting my calories. We’re eating at a chain restaurant. It’s a somewhat busy Tuesday night, and there’s only one waitress. There is a manager, but he’s doing absolutely nothing to help her.)

Uncle: “What are the soups today?”

Waitress: “Just the vegetable beef; we’re out of the chicken noodle.”

(I had planned to have chicken noodle soup and grilled chicken, so I spend an age trying to work out what I can have that fits my calorie budget for dinner. All the while, the waitress is standing at the table, dancing back and forth as if impatient – understandable – and finally she says she’ll put my aunt’s and uncle’s orders in and come back for me. Perfectly understandable. Eventually, I check the numbers on the vegetable beef soup and find out it fits my original plan, barely.)

Waitress: *comes back* “So, know what you’re having?”

Me: “Give me the grilled chicken dinner, with a bowl of the vegetable beef and two sides of steamed zucchini and squash.”

(She leaves, and I finish my coffee quickly. As expected, my aunt’s and uncle’s orders get there before my meal, and I ask for a refill. She says it’ll be just a minute. Five minutes later, I get exasperated waiting, and get up to go and buy a coffee at the truck stop to which the restaurant is attached. By the time I get back, my coffee’s been filled, and my meal has arrived – with sautéed zucchini and squash. I flag the waitress down when she’s on her way back to the kitchen from serving someone else their meal.)

Me: “Excuse me, this zucchini and squash is sautéed.”

Waitress: *gives me a blank look*

Aunt: “He ordered steamed.”

Waitress: “Well, it’s the same stuff. What’s the difference?”

Me: “About a hundred calories.”

(This is a lot, when it’s about 8% of your daily calorie budget and you’re already running up against your ceiling.)

Waitress: *rolls her eyes and takes it away*

(She then returns after serving another customer; not only is it still sautéed zucchini and squash, I’m pretty sure it’s the exact same plate, just heated up and, if anything, sautéed a bit more.)

Me: *thinking* “I guess some people think they’re the protagonist in a Not Always Right story, and the customer’s a fussy dumb-a***.”

Your Pregnancy Assumptions Are Making Me Sick

| CT, USA | Employees, Health & Body, Ignoring & Inattentive

(Growing up, once in a while I would get extremely nauseated, often to the point where I could not keep down water. If it went on long enough, I had to go to the ER to get a shot of Compazine (an anti-nausea drug) and IV fluids. Fortunately I grew out of it, but the last time it happened I was about 16 and the urgent care doctor was a little too persistent in his questions. Keep in mind I had been vomiting for hours and feeling horrible with little sleep since the night before, and I got fed up.)

Doctor: “Are you pregnant?”

Me: “No.”

Doctor: “Are you sure?”

Me: “Yes. Very sure. This has happened all my life; I just need the shot.”

Doctor: “Are you sure you aren’t pregnant? Pregnancy can cause nausea, you know.”

Me: “I am really positive I am not pregnant.”

Doctor: “We can’t give you this shot if you are pregnant—”

Me: *interrupting* “—unless I’m giving birth to Jesus Christ, I’m not f****** pregnant!”

(The doctor must have been pissed because he insisted on giving me the shot in my ass, which was a first, but I was so sick I really didn’t care. I should’ve just told him I was a virgin, but my friend had brought me and I think I didn’t really want to say it in front of her.)