I soooooooo despise doctor’s offices. The ones where people in them say “we’re not sure…” because in my mind, if you’ve managed to amass $100k in student loans for roughly eight years of college and have done at least the minimum amount of residency, you should be sure.

The sales clerks at Ross, who earn 1/20th as much and have likely had no training whatsoever, can absolutely tell the difference between nylon and wool. I know the difference between the Bee Gees and the Rolling Stones. So why can’t a doctor tell the difference between a non-traumatized bone plate and a traumatized one?

I’ll tell you why. Malpractice insurance.

How do I know this? Because they asked for the name of my attorney on Cyd’s patient information form.