I walked in there and spilled my guts to the doctor and he sent me away as if I was a drug seeking peice of trash. Well, doc, YOUR WRONG!! I will never again seek help. After I spilled my guts to the doc, the secretary who used to treat me as a friend, has treated me like a leper since then. She used to come out of the crowd to tell me hello, now she sees me and backs into the crowd. Makes me wonder if a innapropriate conversation took place. Needless to say, I won't go to a doctor again and talk frankly. This was 10 years ago and the doctor had the nerve to cut me a dissaproving glance as we passed each other at a store. He has no idea how I feel and he didn't listen when I tried to tell him. NO MORE DOCTORS UNLESS I AM DYING.
Pros: I am alive
Cons: grrrrrrrrrr....
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