OH, NO! NOT AGAIN!!!!
In my last post I told you how we saw a family member’s therapist on the news, in lingerie, accused of terrible crimes, missing, and being hunted by the police and the dogs.
Well, you ain’t gonna believe this. Just moments ago, just minutes after Oprah left my TV screen, guess what? Another helping professional, MY GYNECOLOGIST, to be precise, showed up on the local news. Charged with all manner of poor practice: mislabeled lab specimens, unsanitary waste disposal, failure to pay employees, oh, and disappearing. There was film of a bucket of used speculums, uncleaned for weeks. Um hmm. It’s happened again. By the way, my gynecologist is also a psychologist. And a most lovely, delightful woman that I’ve known for oh . . . 18 years. She was a serious over-achiever. I reckon she figured she had achieved enough.
At least she wasn’t on there in her undies. Yet
Where’s Dr. Joaquin when I need him?
Update #1: She may not be truly missing; her staff says they have been unable to reach her all week; her husband has contacted the 11 News Team, and said that she is away at a medical convention, in a state that begins with the letter “A.”
Update #2: The good news is, I was trying to get in to see her next week. It’s good news, because if I hadn’t been made aware of all this, I’d have strolled right in there and maybe kicked the bucket — or at least tripped over it!
(I couldn’t make this stuff up. I am stunned, amused (because of the timing with the previous post), and worried. I do like her very much and hope she’s OK. But this is just too bizarre. That’s why I’m writing real big and colorful. If I could blog this in crayon, I would; it’s just THAT wacky!)