This happened several years ago, but it still makes me smile.
Many hospitals here in the US have students that follow the doctors like puppies, taking notes, ignoring the well-being of the patients, and intruding on privacy. It’s humiliating to us patients.
I had an appointment for a pap smear and was already in my hospital gown just waiting on the doctor. When I had arrived I was informed that my regular doctor wasn’t there due to being ill, and I was asked if I’d be okay with a male doctor to do the examination. I had just ridden the bus for half an hour to get there (no car at the time), and the next bus that would take me home wasn’t due to arrive for at least an hour. I told the receptionist that so long as a female nurse was in there with me I would be okay, if only just barely.
So I’m sitting on the examination table (they don’t qualify for being called a bed, trust me on this) in my hospital gown, waiting for the doctor. The nurse is in there with me, frequently checking her watch, and when I voice how annoyed I am she says she was expecting this because he’s an a**hole. Great. Wonderful. My day is just going grand now.
He arrives, opens the door WIDE, and brings in at least half a dozen medical students. Didn’t ask me for permission regarding having an audience. The nurse has this horrified look on her face and asks me if I’m okay with having them in there. F*** no. I tell the doctor in no uncertain terms that there will be no examination if the students are in there. Instead of talking to me he looks at the students and tell them “sometimes we have difficult and uncooperative patients”. All of them look equally uncomfortable now, none of them dare make eye-contact.
I’m near tears. I have PTSD and this situation is bringing on a panic attack. I can feel the nurse holding my hand, trying to be reassuring, but it isn’t working because I’m shaking all over.
When I’m especially anxious I curl my toes hard and tight. This causes all ten of them to pop. Guess what I do. Yup, they pop, and due to my high level of anxiety it’s especially loud. Sounds like a bunch of dry sticks breaking. The doctor turns an odd shade green, pushes all the students out of the way as he bolts out the door. All the students leave, but one woman stays behind just long enough to give me nod of respect and a thumbs up.
After they leave the nurse informs me that the sound of popping joints makes that particular doctor vomit. A lot. She leaves the room for a minute and returns with a warm a blanket, a clipboard with some paperwork, and a pen. It’s for filing a formal complaint. I’m unable to hold the pen because I’m shaking so badly, so she helps me fill it out.
There was no way I could get an examination now. I’m in no condition for handling this. They reschedule with a note stating that it must be my regular doctor, and to call me if there are any changes. I arrive two weeks later, the nurse is there and she has this shit-eating grin on her face as she brings me to my room. My regular doctor arrives and has that same smile. Both inform me that my complaint got that ***hole suspended pending investigation. I was complaint number nine from just that one day. Neither one could tell me how many complaints had been filed against him, but they made it clear he will likely be fired.
Oh, and there were no students in the room because my doctor ASKED me before opening the door wide enough to even walk in.
I never found out if he got fired or not, but I sure hope he did.
Breathe into my hands, I’ll cup them like a glass to drink from 6/15
Eddie Kaspbrak is not gay. He doesn’t care what his mother, his girlfriend, or those assholes at school say. Just because he has Elton John posters doesn’t mean he wants to hold hands with boys. And just because he doesn’t like to kiss his girlfriend doesn’t mean he’s gay. He just doesn’t like germs.
He couldn’t believe his mother was sending him to True Directions. He doesn’t need to learn how to be straight. He just wants to have a fun summer before going off to college.
He definitely isn’t prepared for Richie Tozier to come into his life like a whirlwind and blow all of these pre conceived notions out of his mind and turn his whole life upside down.
But I’m a Cheerleader AU <3 Title is from the most iconic scene in lesbian cinematic history imo
Thank you so much @losvcr for beta-ing and making everything flow so much better! You are the best!
Chapter 6: Step Three: Family Therapy
Eddie was standing uncomfortably still with his back against the wall on their third weekend at True Directions. The time had come for Family Therapy and he was honestly terrified of seeing his mother. Correction - he was terrified of his new friends
Mary had them all lined up in a neat little line in the hall by the door to wait for their families to arrive, alternating them by gender with their perfectly ironed pastel uniforms making a pattern of
pink, blue, pink, blue, pink, blue…
Eddie fidgeted nervously, looking at his shoes and trying not to make eye contact with either Stan or Audra on either side of him.
No one was talking - there seemed to be an understanding amongst them that no one was really looking forward to this and that no one wanted to talk about it. Mary was the only one standing tall and smiling at the head of the line as the first family arrived. Mary led them to Patricia (Eddie could only assume that they were her mother and father), and instructed Patricia to bring them to the parlor where the rest would join them as their families arrived.