...and you won't get me to fall for your praises of yourself.
I'm betting the doc no longer guesses as to why my coworkers cringe when they see me.
I went to the doctor the other day for my work injury. This doctor tried to pass off the Big Lie of how helpful he and the medical field has been to me. Another song and dance or more appropriate bait and switch that us females have allowed the male to flash some fancy story that we fall all over ourselves and kiss the feet they walk on.
Well... not I.
And now my doctor no longer wonders why men like him don't care for me. I no longer fall for the lie of words of men. I'm tired of being told how great a man is by a man and how thankful I should be because of it. When the literal opposite it true. If you are a man and can be honest --- well good on you as you must be a unicorn that spews glitter from your ... horn.
Anyway, here's the story:
said doc says how wonderful he and the medical field are and how grateful I should be that just because he covers his ass regarding my injury that he really cares about me. Oh, I cannot tell you how wrong this hit me since I have needlessly been fighting my injury for close to a year now when it should have only taken 3 months. I don't know if it was his cussing or his holier than thou attitude but I let him have it.
I definitively and firmly informed him that just because his CYA comes across as "caring" doesn't make it so; he's just lucky that it's a byproduct. And neither does making the statement make it true either. I further informed him that the F**Cking medical field has done me NO favors to me by continually sending back to work and not having an MRI done last October, but instead has shredded my knee continuously since that time. And that each and every doctor has had to have his period of time of "practicing" his own view of medicine upon me. The outside office got real quiet. The doc became heated and I put him in his place again and again. I insisted on not falling for his patronizing lie of "caring." I will admit I almost brought him to tears. He finally calmed as I did apologize for cussing while still insisting that his byproduct of "care" was bullshit. We came to a quiet understanding that men have had the long-time privilege that whatever they say should be taken as gospel and not questioned and I am a woman who does not believe such nonsense. The facts speak for themselves and that if he makes the statement that he cares there had better be some reality to back that statement up. He came to earth for a bit, and I let him know there had better be truth in what is said and that just making the statement doesn't make it so because I have a reality of facts that speak the actual truth.
