It was bound to happen. Somebody finally pissed me off. Thing is, she didn't admit that I fell through some kind of crack in the floorboards under the well oiled machine and an appointment got screwed up somewhere. Even when I asked point blank what happened she ignored me. Repeatedly. She skirted my question and restated my new appointment information. Told me she had to go now. I can accept that things go wrong with scheduling when there is so much to co-ordinate. What I have a hard time with is ducking responsibility. So unfortunately I have dubbed a nurse the Witch of the East.
Bobby already thinks she dresses like Morticia and I think her makeup makes her look like Sylvester Stallone's mother.
Still. I don't wish a house to drop on her.