2pm – Livid. Absolutely livid.
I am surprised that I didn’t come straight home on Thursday and document precisely how angry I was following my clinic visit at the hospital.
The doctor I saw is, apparently (remarkably), the head of gastro at my local hospital. The man was simply awful. He had not read a single page of my file beyond the first page which (incorrectly) stated that I have Crohn’s disease. So when he greeted me with “Alpha, is it? [Small talk with my dad, who was with me, about my name] So you have Crohn’s…”, I was instantly put in attack-mode.