i visited my first doc-in-the-box on saturday (sorry to all you fledging med students should this offend). i should have known something was up when he told me he studied philosophy and then proceeded to grill me over the fact that i had never read the Bahavagad-Gita or taken an Eastern meditation class. Or maybe it was the fact that he invaded far too much of my personal space and then touched my eyeball with his finger. Either way, this guy was a quack.
The worse part came when he told me i had cataracts in both my eyes and accused me of lying to him by not saying what medications i was on....because obviously these were caused by steriod or other drug use.
And his vulgarity of choice was "bloody": as in, "you're so bloody nearsighted" (which he constantly kept repeating).
The end of the story? He didn't give me my prescription and said I had to come back next week.
Somehow, in all of this, I still managed to be the fool because I actually paid him.
And this, my friend, is why girls need husbands.