they screwed me out of vicodin yesterday. It's not like I can really prove it, but considering the sketchy ass virginia mason clinic I went to, I wouldn't be surprised if the chick behind the counter just pockets a few out of every bottle.
I fell off my longboard hauling ass behind a truck and got some moderate road rash, well long story short it got infected and I got really sick, so I had to go in to see a doctor. After like 45 minutes of waiting, all the doctor does is take a pen a draw a line around the edges of the biggest wound on my arm and send me away with antibiotics and pain killers. 5 minutes tops.
For what a doctor actually does in a given work day, they are SO overpaid. Surgeons, I'll cut you a break (pun intended) because surgery is some gnarly shit. But diagnosing a sore throat, writing prescriptions.. its like did you really need to go to college for 12 years to learn common fucking sense? And your pharmacist is a pill popping addict that's jacking your customers. This has happened to me before, and I assumed it was my counting mistake, but this time I am 100 percent sure I am right. Once I am well they are going to get an earfull on the phone. fuckers.