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How to Be a Feminist Comic Reader, Part 1.
"Okay, ladies! It's the 21st century and pretty much everyone--except maybe half the world--agrees that feminism--the fight for women to become equal to men in society--is awesome. I have made a list of what not to do in the name of comic book feminism, so you show geeky feminists in a good light. Sort of like "What Not to Wear" but BETTER. Or just actually good, who knows? ."

$130. Just to Tell People Their Kids are Fat?

SIGN ME UP.

That's what it cost me today for Boy's pre-op check. The doctor did not read his history, or ask questions. He told me Boy was fat and needed to lose weight--WHICH HAS NOT A GODDAMN THING TO DO WITH HIS DENTAL SURGERY THIS FRIDAY, YOU SMUG FUCK.

I mean, shit, I know Boy's fat. He less than he used to be, thanks to swimming every day, but damn, wouldn't taking a history or ASKING me something actually be helpful?

Then he left the exam room for twenty minutes and was shootin' the shit with someone across the hall. I was pissed. I still AM pissed. I told the nurse I wanted to see the doctor again. He ordered blood draws to check for diabetes and Boy need a Hep shot. I asked if he knew the surgery was for Friday and had been scheduled for two months and that I'd just last week been tol-- The doc's face got all hard and he said, "Why didn't you come in sooner?"

FLAG ON THE PLAY. I REPEAT, FLAG ON THE PLAY.

I said, "Will you please let me finish?" Finish telling you I wasn't told until LAST WEEK by the dentist that Boy needed a pre-op check and I called immediately and made an appointment.
The doc said, "I don't have to deal with this," and walked out. I got up out of my chair and said, "Excuse me?" and he ignored me and I said "Excuse me?" again and he walked down the hall to his office and his door was almost closed when I said, "Excuse ME?" and he stuck his smug fucker head out his door, and he was pissed. "Yes?"
"Do you have a supervisor?"
Short. "Yes."
"Then I want to see them."
By the time the supervisor, not a skinny woman I need to add, came in, I was in tears. We have been going to this office for seven years. This is the first time I've brought in one of the kids without insurance, and the treatment from the doctor was TOTALLY different. It was impossible to relate all the above without crying. I don't feel at all ashamed that we have no insurance, but it pisses me off to be treated like I am not worth talking to, and that was exactly the doctor's demeanor.
"And being fat doesn't mean someone has diabetes," I said. "I don't have it. You don't have it, do you?" It's a routine check for pre-surgery, she explained. Hey, the doctor could've explained that, right?
But NO, he didn't.
I gave her an earful of my opinion of the service and the doctor's bedside manner. She verified the blood draws were neccessary, so tonight we have to awesome funnage of Boy fasting until the morning. She's making arrangements with the lab for us to be billed.
I am just totally stunned by what an incredible asshole the doctor was, and I KNOW when someone's being an asshole to me. I was still crying when I went to pay the bill, and finding out the less than five whole minutes I saw the doctor was $130. and the blood draws are $200. got me started all over again.

Note to self: when a doctor has a pencil portrait (ala' those pencil drawings of Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings you see at flea markets and truck stops) of themselves looking like a smug fucker hung in the hallway leading to an exam room, they ARE a SMUG FUCKER.

Walk the other way.