Thursday, May 17, 2012

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Posted by dulwichmum on Tue 26 October 2010

Doctors can be so very spiteful…(dabs tear from eye)

They don’t even have the good manners to try to conceal the fact that they are seething with jealousy. They simply cannot accept that they are not rewarded as handsomely as our super men in the city (bottom lip wobbles).

Bankers never claim to have any integrity, but medics? Waft a private health insurance policy under their noses, and before you know it, you will find yourself on a theatre trolley, heading for all manner of pricey and unnecessary farmyard type investigations. HOW VERY DARE THEY (stomps foot)!

My perfect man was admitted for some “tests” this week, and would you believe that to complete his degradation, the damn doctor served James with a discharge letter, that stated he was “physically unremarkable” (shakes fist at the sky)!

I have a good mind to report him to the GMC!

My husband is a complete dish; a towering example of physical perfection (swoon). Yes he is as bald as an egg, has no neck and the gut of a bear about to hibernate for winter – his blood pressure is through the roof! But he is incredibly powerful; with hands the size of iceberg lettuces (bats eyelashes). Perhaps I should suggest that he cuts back on the fine wines and cheese, but he has so very little pleasure in life (crosses legs and pulls skirt over knees)!

That damn jealous doctor probably spends his afternoons lancing boils, staring in ear holes and rolling up bandages, while my man is a Master of the Universe – wrestling with bulls and bears!

Jealousy is a terrible thing!

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