Don't let me grow up to be a grouchy old lady!

They're supposed to be cute and wise. Friends to the young. Sooooooooo deceptive.

My mom was one when she passed. She was short, curly gray hair, LOOOOOOOOVED her grandsons, funny, and had some wisdom. She's probably talking God's ear off right now.

We'll pass over the other side.

Then we get to my patients. She's not cute. She smells like a cigarette factory on fire. She says the most ridiculous things, and I'm thinking has no friends. She is a patient and is to be tolerated.

She has yelled at me on the phone. I chalk it up to frustration and old age. I cannot manipulate the apptointments in the computer. Way above my pay grade.

She has her appointment last week. I walk in to her room. She's eyeballing me; mad dogging if you will. She's spoiling for a fight. I know I have two strikes and she's pitching. Her complaints are as follows: Her appt is one hour late, she'll just quit coming, she's a civilian.

To these I answer: 1. I'm not sure what happened, but I can find out. 2. If the clinic can't accomodate your needs, please find a provider that will. It would be unwise for you to go and not be seen for your condition. 3. Didn't answer this one. All I can say is, "So am I."

I guess I shouldn't have called her bluff. That was strike #3. I was told she didn't want to see me anymore and to make sure I charted that.

Did I hide my smile well enough. I know I turned my head and she might have seen me. I laughed as I walked out. I'm sure she heard that! All I could think was, "I'm free!"

Told the doctor what happened. Maybe I shouldn't have. He didn't see her for another 45 minutes.

I will solemnly try not to be a grouchy old lady. At least if I am, I won't smoke!