arg!
I once went to one of those "jack in the box" type clinics because I had a nasty foot injury due to my being a jackass and trying to inject happy juice via my foot. I went in thinking of various lies I could tell the doctor so he wouldn't suspect the horrible truth. Finally when the doctor came in the room I said "what the hell" and told him exactly how I got injured.

The douchebag doctor actually sneered at me and told me I needed to get down on my knees and pray to Jesus. He then handed me a religious pamplet and walked out of the room, refusing to treat me. I was stunned and on the brink of hysterical laughter.

Finally I got another doctor who claimed to be an alcoholic who understood my plight. I wasn't sure whether to be thankful or leave. I decided that I would choose antibiotics from a boozer over guilty prayers anyday.
(ieatkidsforbreakfast, Fri 12 Mar 2010, 16:35, 1 reply)

I'm religious myself
But if he believed prayer would fix it like that, why was he a doctor?
( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Fri 12 Mar 2010, 17:23, closed)