Monday, May 07, 2007

Manic Monday

The Universe is trying the 'chick's patience today.

Things that shouldn't be that big of a deal are causing the 'chick to grit her teeth and take many, many deep breaths to clear the red fog of rage that is threatening to erupt and kill the Stupid Ones.

The State requested information to follow up on some things found during a routine review of a client's chart. This is a standard happening and not a big deal. The 'chick responded, because that is her job.

One issue that was raised regarded hearing loss.

An extensive, sedated hearing test was performed. Diagnosis? Neural hearing loss. No response to stimuli.

The State, in its infinite wisdom, emailed the 'chick back.

"Does this mean that nothing can be done?"

The 'chick's imagined response: Nothing can be done unless the Lord Jesus comes down from heaven and lays hands upon the client. He is deaf. As the previous response very clearly stated.

The 'chick's real response was nicer and kinder and involved a lot of technical jargon.

The 'chick's imagined response was much more direct and to-the-point.

Idiots, just lookin' for death.

8 comments:

heather said...

oh chic! that's the funniest thing i've read in a long time. you're gonna need a lawyer soon aren't you?

briliantdonkey said...

Tell em you are in the process of teaching the client sign language then demonstrate by showing them the 'your #1' universal signal.

BD

mist1 said...

There is a revival in a tent around these parts this weekend. Send your client my way. We'll pray for him.

Roadchick said...

Heather~ There's one on retainer. It cuts into the shoe money, but you can't take cute shoes to prison.

Donkey~ It's fortunate that there are no webcams - the 'chick used a LOT of sign language yesterday.

Mist~ Should he bring his own snakes?

Kim G. said...

Keep the faith Chick! Someday the idiots will repent and see their evil ways.

Susan said...

Offer alternative therapy to him and send him my way, 'chick. He'll be able to hear when I'm done with him. Or he'll be dead. Either way, problem solved!

fringes said...

I was going to comment, but then BD's farting donkey began to mesmerize...

heather said...

happy mother's day chic. :-)