It was on April 15.
When I went in to get the cast-like thing off of my leg and get fitted for a removable boot for my broken ankle I asked when I would be able to drive again. He snapped at me, "You don't retain much information, do you?"

I replied, "If you'll recall, that was over three weeks ago when I last saw you and I was on a pretty hefty dose of pain medication. That tends to mess with your memory and make it hard to retain much. However, I'm now completely off of the stuff and alert this time." I said this in my iciest tone, with full eye contact.

He looked a bit uneasy, then told me that I was not allowed by law to drive for another four weeks. He asked if I needed a refill on the pain meds and I said "No, I got off of that shit as quickly as I could. I still have at least thirty of them left and don't want any more."

He looked surprised, but then discussed my ankle and its treatment in a far more professional tone after that. I noticed that the nurse was trying not to grin behind him, and she was very warm and friendly to me after he left.

In Soviet America, medical professional gets it straight from YOU!
( Wanderer, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 15:08, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

then you karate chopped your cast off your leg and walked out without a limp

( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 15:16, Reply)

Needless to say...

(PsychoChomp, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 15:25, Reply)

drugs, supermodel etc. etc.

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 15:27, Reply)

Not quite
but I was able to move my foot more than he was expecting, and have been far more active than most. I went about a mile or so through a park on my crutches, though I had to stop and sit on benches a few times.

I refuse to let that smug bastard talk to me like that, is all. It was utterly unprofessional of him and thoroughly offensive.
( Wanderer, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 15:30, Reply)