As I checked into the ER last night for peeing what appeared to be Tabasco spiked cherry flavored Kool-Aid a nurse took my vitals and an RN filled out my paperwork. He, the RN, asked me a ton of questions about myself and what I do and then diagnosed that my ailments are all due to the fact that I homeschool my three children and recommended that I put them in public school as soon as possible because I was just literally going to fall apart if I didn't. Then he quickly added that public school wasn't all that bad and that he "lived through it". Instead of saying what I felt like saying to him, which would have probably gotten me removed from the building by the police officer standing nearby, I just sat there in my pain and tried not to cry about how I didn't have the nerve to jump up and scream in his face that this wasn't the time to be an insensitive asshole to me, and that he needed to mind his own business, and that public school obviously failed to teach him any fucking manners.

I just want to add that I normally have a lot of respect for people who work in Emergency Rooms and I was not trying to be a pain in anyone's ass by being there. I was quiet. I was polite. I didn't complain or make a fuss. I just needed some relief. I spent the next four hours waiting quietly and patiently for that. It wasn't like I came in there all messed up on crack and made a big scene and blamed all my problems on someone else. I deserved a little more respect. My children's education has absolutely nothing to do with my urine. I am sure of it. I have ALWAYS had these kinds of problems since childhood.

Posted by gwendolyn on February 19, 2002 at 09:21 AM