Warning: Language and ranting ahead.
It was a perfectly planned day. Take a half off from work, get kids, take Kate to her hair stylist, run into Michael's right around the corner, grab a sandwich next door, get to the school and pick up Meg's schedule. Got it.
I had a granola bar at 11 am, left work at 1 got home and picked up kids. Kate's hair winds up taking 2 hrs and about $80 more than planned, OK, that's not too bad but it's too late to grab a sandwich so off to school we go. WE go in and go to out table. In lieu of Meg's pink class schedule they hand me a white form and a green card and direct us to the cafeteria in which they say Meg has to have her shots to into the 7th grade. OK....
The cafe is packed with about 200 people and many many many screaming running and overly sugared toddlers who are not happy to be there. We are #97, they are calling #36 and it's now 5.
I call dad and ask him to get Kate as we're "going to be here for a while". The asst principal ushers in a woman with 5 children right into the shot line, the woman behind me goes ballistic and rightfully so. This yields nothing. Didn't expect it to.
Hallay effin luya at 6:45 they call us and we get in the shot line only 3 ahead of us and moving fast. Our turn! I can almost smell the coffee and feel the luxury that is my chair at home.
The nurse takes my white form and green card and asks, "What kind of insurance? Medicare? FL Kid Care? Medicaid?" I say, "Private insurance" and here's where the whole fucking day went to hell....
She asks me in a loud voice "Do you have any sense of conscience? Do you know you're stealing a shot from a needy child?........My mouth dropped, my eyebrows raised, and I said "heh?" Then I sneered and asked her who the HELL did she think she was speaking to? Those shots were donated by the drug company, 13% of my property taxes paid for these programs which by the way, I've never used, and that she was being paid $40 an hour to be there, like she's doing the community a favor or something. She then raised the forms high in the air and tore them in two and tossed them on the floor. That's when I screamed at her "Shove your shot up your ass, you miserable cunt!" and stomped out of there back to the gymnasium to report to the school. Shotless, no less.
Poor Meg is walking beside me as if she just saw the principal naked and said nothing. Back in gym, there are 5 school counselors left, and everything is packed away. I beseechingly said "Will. Somebody. Please. Talk. To. Me? Please?
A kindly faced woman gently waved us over and I Calmly, yes calmly explained what just happened when she extended her hand to Meg and said "Welcome to the 7th grade Megan, I'm Ms. Soandso and I'm your administrator this year while handing Meg her pink schedule with her other hand. I thanked her and promised to bring the blue form required on Monday ans she assured it was OK. See, they know us well, this is Meg's 2nd year here and Kate already passed through the school.
Meg got her shots from our Dr and is now in compliance. I sure feel sorry for people who don't believe in shots.
And for the record, I have always respected the medical profession, for in lieu of a life, they make good money but have no weekends, no holidays just schedules. Blocks of time they must work. Both my SILs are nurses, 2 cousins are doctors so I know hoe these things work.
I do realize, I started all this but forgetting to have Meg's shots updated, but it's not like we're unhealthy people living in the Everglades or something. But this woman had no right to talk to me like that, call me stupid, lazy, forgetful what ever; just please don't publicly attack my integrity (or back me into a corner in any way) and I'll be sweet as sunshine.
I spent an hour on the phone with the hospital administrator and may even file a complaint with the state licensure board. I will be hearing back from the hospital soon. I can't imaging how this bitch would handle a floor full of sick patients if this is how she represents here hospital in public. At least I lit her up Philly style! I would have hated myself if I didn't.
Poor Meg, as we walked to the car I asked her if she was totally mortified and she responded with "Mom, I can't believe she said that to you". Thank Jeebus she didn't hear the cursing. And now that it's posted, it's ova!
The upside to all this? I finished 2 washcloths while we were there.
Oh, is a knit blog? Sure there's knitting, just not postworth and slightly in stealth mode, but soon to emerge.