- Mar 17, 2005
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[Yeah, any former military folks will recognize that expression.]
Let me tell ya about this morning.
My wife had some eye problems. She got some new glasses but it didn't help much so she went back one evening this past week and they looked the glasses over to make sure they were sitting straight but said come in Saturday morn and they get her "worked in" to see the doc.
So I take her in and drop her off, and a couple hours later she calls and says she's ready to be picked up. On they way home she said there wasn't anything else they could do but recommend her to a specialist since there was evidence of cataracts forming.
I got pretty angry about it and when I got home I thought, well, I want a refund on what I paid since I didn't get what I paid for-fixed eyes. So I called and got in a verbal fistfight with the optometrist. Don't know who was yelling the loudest at the height of it but at some point he essentially told me to shut up and listen. After he was done, I was like, "oh". He explained everything that needed done and they would make any changes necessary to the lenses after the specialist was done. I apologized for being a you-know-what and he was cool about it.
It's just left me drained all day--after that episode it was the usual Saturday errands-groceries, take the missus to the haircut shop, etc.
But I keep replaying this episode thinking, what was it with this rage I felt. I think it comes down to the cataract thing and feeling powerless and needing to vent on someone instead of dealing with it in a Christian manner. I have a huge prejudice against any medical field (well, except dentists) doctor-types, so maybe that was just a convenient whipping post.
Conduct unbecoming a disciple of Christ...
Let me tell ya about this morning.
My wife had some eye problems. She got some new glasses but it didn't help much so she went back one evening this past week and they looked the glasses over to make sure they were sitting straight but said come in Saturday morn and they get her "worked in" to see the doc.
So I take her in and drop her off, and a couple hours later she calls and says she's ready to be picked up. On they way home she said there wasn't anything else they could do but recommend her to a specialist since there was evidence of cataracts forming.
I got pretty angry about it and when I got home I thought, well, I want a refund on what I paid since I didn't get what I paid for-fixed eyes. So I called and got in a verbal fistfight with the optometrist. Don't know who was yelling the loudest at the height of it but at some point he essentially told me to shut up and listen. After he was done, I was like, "oh". He explained everything that needed done and they would make any changes necessary to the lenses after the specialist was done. I apologized for being a you-know-what and he was cool about it.
It's just left me drained all day--after that episode it was the usual Saturday errands-groceries, take the missus to the haircut shop, etc.
But I keep replaying this episode thinking, what was it with this rage I felt. I think it comes down to the cataract thing and feeling powerless and needing to vent on someone instead of dealing with it in a Christian manner. I have a huge prejudice against any medical field (well, except dentists) doctor-types, so maybe that was just a convenient whipping post.
Conduct unbecoming a disciple of Christ...