FUSSIN' AT YOU!
Down here in the south, when you are mad at someone, and you are telling your friends that you yelled at the aforementioned "mad at" person, you say you fussed at that them.
I suppose it's a more genteel way of saying, "I screamed at them until my eyes popped out of my head and green bile flew from my mouth." I mean, you can't really sip sweet tea and say that sentence and come out looking like anything but a flipping lunatic, right?
So, today, I fussed at someone.
I moved down here to the land of Bourbon and horses almost 10 months ago. At the time, my mother warned me, "if you don't find a doctor, with your history of upper respiratory infections, you're going to find yourself up crap creek." That's my mother's version of fussing at me.
Well, as per usual, and one of the many reasons, she says, she has so many gray hairs, I put off finding a doctor ... a dentist ... an allergist ... an auto mechanic ... a brake and tire guy ... a ... well, I think you see the list is endless ...
Then I got tonsillitis, and well, I decided that perhaps it would be prudent, finding a doctor and dentist and what not.
My new doctor handed me a release form and told me, that easy as that, they would get my records from my old doctor. This, in my mind, sounded simple.
NOBODY, and I do mean N.O.B.O.D.Y. told me I would need to pay to have those records, which I find out today, I can't really ever have, no matter what the amount of money I would pay to get them, even though they are about M.E.! Yes, I need to pay someone to copy them, send them in the mail, and deliver to my new doctor. Even if I traveled up to Michigan myself, walked into my doctor's office, signed the release form in their presence, I still would have to pay for them to have a service come in and copy all those documents, and they STILL would not let me take MY OWN RECORDS ABOUT MY BODY with me to my new doctor in Kentucky. Amazing, right? And not in the good way ...
And because she could tell I wasn't buying the argument, the billing lady at my old doctor's office says to me, just to sell me on the whole process, "Really, you are getting quite a deal. These people are highly trained in copying these documents."
HIGHLY TRAINED! What sort of machine are you running!? Does it make Xerox copies and cook a 7-course gourmet meal? Cuz, I would be totally on-board with that one! That would seem like money well-spent.
However, it's just me. I have no major medical problems, other than the fact I am carrying around weight that amounts to a small child in the form of my butt. Really, nothing all that note-worthy or important in those documents. Certainly, nothing that needs the attention of HIGHLY TRAINED COPY MACHINE SPECIALISTS.
Oh yeah, I fussed at her ....
I suppose it's a more genteel way of saying, "I screamed at them until my eyes popped out of my head and green bile flew from my mouth." I mean, you can't really sip sweet tea and say that sentence and come out looking like anything but a flipping lunatic, right?
So, today, I fussed at someone.
I moved down here to the land of Bourbon and horses almost 10 months ago. At the time, my mother warned me, "if you don't find a doctor, with your history of upper respiratory infections, you're going to find yourself up crap creek." That's my mother's version of fussing at me.
Well, as per usual, and one of the many reasons, she says, she has so many gray hairs, I put off finding a doctor ... a dentist ... an allergist ... an auto mechanic ... a brake and tire guy ... a ... well, I think you see the list is endless ...
Then I got tonsillitis, and well, I decided that perhaps it would be prudent, finding a doctor and dentist and what not.
My new doctor handed me a release form and told me, that easy as that, they would get my records from my old doctor. This, in my mind, sounded simple.
NOBODY, and I do mean N.O.B.O.D.Y. told me I would need to pay to have those records, which I find out today, I can't really ever have, no matter what the amount of money I would pay to get them, even though they are about M.E.! Yes, I need to pay someone to copy them, send them in the mail, and deliver to my new doctor. Even if I traveled up to Michigan myself, walked into my doctor's office, signed the release form in their presence, I still would have to pay for them to have a service come in and copy all those documents, and they STILL would not let me take MY OWN RECORDS ABOUT MY BODY with me to my new doctor in Kentucky. Amazing, right? And not in the good way ...
And because she could tell I wasn't buying the argument, the billing lady at my old doctor's office says to me, just to sell me on the whole process, "Really, you are getting quite a deal. These people are highly trained in copying these documents."
HIGHLY TRAINED! What sort of machine are you running!? Does it make Xerox copies and cook a 7-course gourmet meal? Cuz, I would be totally on-board with that one! That would seem like money well-spent.
However, it's just me. I have no major medical problems, other than the fact I am carrying around weight that amounts to a small child in the form of my butt. Really, nothing all that note-worthy or important in those documents. Certainly, nothing that needs the attention of HIGHLY TRAINED COPY MACHINE SPECIALISTS.
Oh yeah, I fussed at her ....
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