I will die
of these arrogant bastard's
before my complaint takes me down
all of them talk like used car salesmen
(God forbid they give you full disclosure)
and their moron staff
forgetting to inform you of your next appointment
(don't even get me started on trying
to talk to your doctor rather than his assistant)
and your prognosis
and guess after a multitude of risk/benefits
poisons disguised as medicine
and I'm reminded how once I said I'd rather die in the street
than in a hospital...I may yet do so....
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