This predominant quote from Elizabethtown also happens to apply to my mother quite well at the moment. If it's not a (third) divorce or bankruptcy or declining health issues or murder across the street, it's... medical malpractice!
That's right, folks, her apparently very overpaid periodontist, after performing non-trivial oral surgery upon her (read: a procedure that has already greatly reduced her comfort level), then prescribed her a penicillin-based antibiotic. For you and me that would be fine. BUT MOM IS ALLERGIC TO PENICILLIN YOU FREAKIN IDIOT. READ THE BLOODY CHART.
So now that mom is broken out in hives and OFF any kind of antibiotic (thereby deemed further uncomfortable), you want her to see you again this week so that she can pay you MORE money that she doesn't have, being uninsured?
Fantastic. Well, be advised that I'm touch with Philadelphia lawyer friends for a malpractice attorney referral. You could have killed her you fool. And your "oh, I'm so sorry" is all you can come up with? Unbelievable.
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