Showing posts with label dispute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dispute. Show all posts

Thursday, February 19, 2026

Story 623: Doctor vs. Patient

            (In a hospital procedural suite, Patient lies propped up in a stretcher while wearing a hospital gown, non-slip socks, and a ready-to-go IV port in one arm, and glares at a clock on the wall while tapping fingers on a side railing when Doctor 1 suddenly zips around the corner)

Doctor 1: (Carrying a tablet) Heyyyyyyy – sorry I’m running a little late this morning –office called me with a last-minute appointment that I had work into today’s schedule over the phone – everyone wants everything – you know how it is….  (Starts typing on the tablet)

Patient: (Stops tapping and stares at Doctor 1) You didn’t get up extra early and wound up stuck in the snow and ice like the rest of us this morning – you don’t have to lie to me.

Doctor 1: Heh-heh-heh.  (In a low voice without looking up) Appreciate it if you didn’t mention that to anyone else.  (Hands over the tablet) Sign at the bottom, please.

Patient: (Speed reads the digital forms) What is this now?  I thought I already signed everything on the portal?

Doctor 1: Almost: it’s a procedural consent.

Patient: (Looks up at Doctor 1) I signed 15 of those yesterday.

Doctor 1: Not this one.

Patient: (Sighs and signs with an index finger) I would say that my presence here, inadequately clothed at a pre-dawn hour, would have made it abundantly clear that I consent to this procedure, but I know how these things go.  (Hands back the tablet) Here.  Can we get this necessary invasion of my body orifice over with now, please?

Doctor 1: (Types on the tablet) Almost…. You finished the prep last night and are all clear now, correct?

Patient: Oh, I’d better be – that’s an experience I’ll never forget, or forgive.  The scope you’re using had better show that I’m all clear at this point, for I have nothing left to give.  (Shudders at the memory)

Doctor 1: (Still reading through forms on the tablet) Uh-huh, uh-huh.  (Furrows a brow, then looks at Patient) Has the anesthesiologist been by yet?

Patient: No, just everyone else who works here, and you.  Why?

Doctor 1: Need to sign a consent for that, too.

Patient: (Momentarily lets head fall back onto the pillow dramatically) Argh, just digitally rubber-stamp my signature on whatever forms that say you all can do whatever needs to be done to my helpless body, and let’s get on with it!  I have places to go, food to eat, and naps to take!

Nurse: (Maneuvers between Doctor 1 and the stretcher to check the IV port on Patient’s arm) Anesthesiologist called earlier and is on the way; got stuck with an emergency in the O.R.

Patient: HA!  That would be last shift’s problem – bet it was snow and ice again.  I’m not ashamed to admit it, so I don’t see why everyone else is.

(Doctor 2 suddenly zips around the corner while peering closely at a tablet, stops, and looks up at Patient; both freeze on seeing each other)

Doctor 2: You?!

Patient: You!?

Doctor 1: (Points back-and-forth at both) You… two know each other?

Patient: You can say that again!  (Gestures at Doctor 2) I’ve been that one’s accountant for ages!

Doctor 2: Ex-accountant!  I fired you years ago!

Patient: And you still never sent anything in writing about it, so our financial divorce was never official!

Doctor 2: Is that why your name is still all over my paperwork?

Patient: Oh yeah!  And you owe me years of fees, years!

Doctor 2: Nothing doing!  You lost me money every tax season, and I got audited five times!

Patient: What do you expect when your records are a disaster?!  For the longest time I thought you were trying to pull a fast one, but I finally realized that you’re just a mess, an absolute mess!

Doctor 2: Well, maybe it all wouldn’t have been such a mess if I’d had an advisor who knew what they were doing!

Patient: (On an intake of breath) How dare you!

Doctor 2: (Suddenly turns to Doctor 1) Doctor, I would like to recuse myself from this procedure today, please.

Patient: Yes, please!  I can’t believe I completely forgot after all these years that you claimed to work here!

Doctor 2: I do work here!

Patient: …That goes without saying!  (To Doctor 1) So, I want a new anesthesiologist, ASAP!

Doctor 1: What – no – we can’t, this is the only anesthesiologist working up here today, and I’m already behind schedule!

Patient: Just grab the other anesthesiologist hovering somewhere else in the building, then – I’ll wait.

Doctor 2: Other one’s in the middle of a bilateral knee replacement in the O.R., and that’ll take hours.

Patient: HA!  No wait, I believe that one.

Doctor 1: Well, I can’t wait until that’s all done down there: I’ve got 23 other procedures up here today, and then I’ve gotta get back to the office to see patients there until who-knows-when tonight!  It never stops and I never get any rest!

Doctor 2: Don’t talk to me about never getting any rest: my shifts start before the Sun rises and supposedly end in the afternoon, but with all the paperwork and the emergencies and the last-minute add-on cases I’m lucky I get out of here before meeting myself the next day!

Patient: Excuse me!  (Everyone turns to Patient) I scheduled this in the middle of tax season because I was told – (Glares at Doctor 1) that it was so important and had to be done, but at this time of year I’m working with and without the Sun for months on end so don’t come crying to me!

Doctor 1: We don’t have a season!  Healthcare is 24/7!

Patient: Sounds like a “you” problem!  I still want a replacement for this deadbeat putting me in a temporary coma!

Doctor 2: If I’m a deadbeat, then where’d all my income go, hm?!

Patient: I don’t know, check wherever you bury all your other worldly goods!

Doctor 2: Swindler!

Patient: Quack! 

Doctor 1, Doctor 2, and Nurse: <Gasp!>

Patient: (Calmer) I apologize: I didn’t mean to insult you fine clinicians or the healthcare profession as a whole.

Doctor 1: (Rubbing temples; to Patient) Regardless, if we don’t start the procedure within the next… (Checks the wall clock) three minutes, we’ll have to reschedule.

Patient: (Nods) For later today.

Doctor 1: No, for another day.

Patient: (Hisses) I am not going through that prep more than once a decade, do-you-hear-me?!

Doctor 1: Well, it’ll be once every five years with your family history – (Patient’s eyes widen and mouth drops open) but if you don’t want to repeat it this year, then we’ve all gotta go now!

(Patient glares at Doctor 1, then at Doctor 2 who shakes head in disgust at Patient, then at Nurse who is quietly seething)

Next Patient: (Sharply draws back the curtains separating the two stretchers and addresses Patient) If you’re not going, does that mean I can go now?!  I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning and I’m starving!

Patient: We’re all starving – deal with it!  (Yanks the curtain back closed, stares at the others for several moments, then holds out a hand for Doctor 2’s tablet; the latter quickly gives it to Patient who signs without reading it and mumbles) I don’t believe it – for once I get to be the client, and I still have no rights, no rights whatsoever!

Nurse: You have the right to privacy.

Patient: (Hands back the tablet to Doctor 2) Not once I’m in that procedure room, I won’t!

Doctor 1: (While grabbing one side of the stretcher railings as Nurse grabs the other; they release the brake and race Patient to the procedure room) All-right-thank-you-let’s-go-let’s-go-let’s-go!

Patient: (Points wildly to Doctor 2 while being rushed through the corridor; the latter jogs after the stretcher to keep up) Just remember: if you try anything funny in there, I’ll be surrounded by a room full of witnesses!

Doctor 2: (As Patient’s stretcher is parked in the procedure room and everyone scrambles to get things ready, plants leads on Patient’s chest and puts nasal cannula around Patient’s head and up the nose, starting oxygen flow) Are you kidding?!  I could do everything right and still get sued, reported to every State and Federal organization out there, and have to relive it every time I apply for a new position or need new malpractice insurance – could you imagine how much more of a nightmare it’d be if I actually did mess up?!  On purpose??!!

Patient: I wouldn’t put it past you!  You never gave me the information I needed to fill out Form 706 that one year, and then complained when you got notices yelling at you about it later!

Doctor 2: I didn’t – !

Nurse: (Preparing equipment) All right, not that I don’t want to interrupt, but before we start there are few last checks we have to do.  (To Patient) Your date of birth?

Patient: Again?!  It’s --/--/----!  And now I think I’ve told the entire hospital twice how old I wish I wasn’t!

Nurse: Great, and who is the doctor performing the procedure today?

Patient: You don’t know?!

Nurse: Of course we – just answer the question, please.

Patient: Sorry: Dr. ------.

Nurse: Thank you.  Now –

Patient: Not for nothing, but at this point I refuse to complete the rest of your time-out process without being paid at least some of your salary.  (Turns on the stretcher to lie on the left side) Do with me what you will.

Doctor 2: (Injects solutions into the IV port) All right, sleep tight: your life is in my hands now, heh-heh.

Patient: (Falling asleep) If I wake up in the middle of all this, I’ll know it was you….

Doctor 1: (While preparing the scope; to Doctor 2) Out?

Doctor 2: (Checks Patient and a monitor) Yes, thankfully.

Doctor 1: Good: let’s get this done so I can get to all the others piling up like a backed-up conveyer belt out there.  (Starts the procedure and examines a monitor)  You know, these things are trying enough to do without the added drama. 

Doctor 2: (Also examining a monitor) Heh, you’re telling me…. Speaking of which, I’ve gotta schedule one of these things for myself soon: you think you’d be available –

Doctor 1: (Without looking at Doctor 2) Absolutely not.

Doctor 2: Fair enough.

Thursday, November 6, 2025

Story 610: Upstairs Drama

            (Outside Sibling 1’s apartment, Sibling 2 arrives carrying bags of snacks and raps briskly on the door)

Sibling 1: (Faintly from inside) Come iiiiiiiiinnnnn…..

Sibling 2: (Opens the door, locks it on closing, and finds Sibling 1 sprawled out on the living room couch) You know, you really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked like that, and you really should’ve checked it was me first – I could’ve been anybody out there.

Sibling 1: (Staring at the ceiling) You’re right, but I doubt it would’ve been anybody else.  (Swings legs off the couch to sit up so Sibling 2 can sit down) You bring the goods?

Sibling 2: Yep.  (Dumps the bags onto the coffee table) Chips, pretzels, leftover Halloween candy – all part of a balanced diet.

Sibling 1: (Leans forward to grab each bag) Cool.  (Starts ripping them open to empty the contents into bowls that are lined up on the table) Drink?  I’ve got `em all.  (Gestures to soda cans also lined up on the table)

Sibling 2: Uh, just water, thanks.

Sibling 1: Boring.  (Pours a glass from a filtered pitcher and hands it to Sibling 2)

Sibling 2: (Downs a few gulps) Aaahhh, that always tastes better than anything else when you really need it.

Sibling 1: If you say so.  (Starts eating the remaining chips out of the bag)

Sibling 2: (Sets the glass on a coaster and stares at the blank TV screen across the room) Sooooo… you want me to turn on the TV or what?

Sibling 1: (Mid-mouthful) What?

Sibling 2: You invited me over here to watch a movie, so here I am, so where’s the movie?

Sibling 1: Oh!  (Swallows the rest) I said come over for the show – but I can understand the confusion.

Sibling 2: Yes, appreciate it, so where’s the show?

Sibling 1: (Points to the ceiling as they both look up) Any minute now…

Sibling 2: ….

Sibling 1: ….

Sibling 2: (Flatly as both look back at each other) You called me over to eavesdrop on your upstairs neighbors.

Sibling 1: It’s not eavesdropping if they broadcast their business for the world to hear.  Used to drive me bonkers, until I started following the storyline – now I can’t get enough of it.  (Starts working on the bowl of chips)

Sibling 2: “Storyline”?

Sibling 1: Oh yeah, it beats anything that’s airing or streaming lately.  From what I’ve put together over the past few weeks, the one living up there now’s actually a tenant who’s apparently been trashing the place, and the landlord lives out-of-state but randomly drops in out of the blue and is furious about the trashed place but never fixes anything that’s broken either, so both of them have been upping the ante of trashing and no-repair so much that I think we’ve hit the Season Finale where it all comes to a climax.

Sibling 2: “Season Finale”?!

Sibling 1: Yeah, right before I called you I was hearing the words “eviction” and “lawsuit” and “extortion” and “vandalism” being volleyed all over the place, and then the landlord stormed out with an “I’ll be back!” and the tenant was stomping around like a herd of elephants and muttering really loudly so I’m waiting for the final showdown any minute now.

Sibling 2: (Looks up at the ceiling) I don’t hear any elephants at the moment.

Sibling 1: Probably taking a nap – I heard snoring through the ceiling when I stopped off in my room earlier.

Sibling 2: Oh.

(Loud footsteps and a round of banging is heard upstairs, followed by)

Landlord: (Voice) I’m comin’ in!

Sibling 1: (Hands Sibling 2 the bowl of pretzels) Ooh, this is it, here we go!  (Leans back on the couch with the bowl of chips to watch the ceiling comfortably)

Sibling 2: (Also leans back, with a sigh) I don’t know how I feel about this –

Sibling 1: Sshh!

(Rattling keys are heard, followed by the door upstairs flying open as loud footsteps race from the back of the apartment to the front)

Tenant: (Voice) I told you to stay out!

Landlord: This is my apartment, chuckles – I can come in whenever I want!

Tenant: Yeah, well, it’s creepy when you let yourself in like that!  And you can’t make me leave, either!  Not until you’ve fixed the broken water heater and got rid of the mold that’s every – FREAKIN’ – where!

Landlord: I don’t have to fix a thing if I don’t feel like it, and if I did fix it, why would you leave afterward?!

Tenant: To prove my point!  And you too have to fix the water heater, it’s the law since, as you always say, it’s your apartment!

Landlord: I don’t have to fix it if you’re the one who broke it!

Tenant: It was broken when I moved in!

Landlord: Balderdash!  And what about all those holes in the walls for your ugly photos?!  I told you no holes in the walls, use the sticky strip hangers!

Tenant: …The holes were here when I moved in!  And what about the mold?!

Landlord: Didn’t have mold until you moved in!  Probably from all those way-too-hot showers I bet you take – I saw the paint peeling off the bathroom ceiling, and I’m not fixing that either!

Tenant: How can I take hot showers if the water heater’s broken?!

Landlord: Because I bet it’s not!

Tenant: You calling me a liar?!

Landlord: Yes!  And a slob!  And a noise polluter!  I can hear your late-night parties from three states away!

Sibling 1: (Softly to Sibling 2) Right about that.

Sibling 2: (Softly to Sibling 1) That stinks.

Tenant: It’s a free country, I can have some friends over for tea if I like!

Landlord: At 2:00 in the morning?!

(Sibling 1 shudders at the memory; Sibling 2 pats Sibling 1 on the shoulder in sympathy)

Tenant: We all work nights!  Blame capitalism!

Landlord: No, I blame you for being a bad neighbor, and for the maybe-broken water heater –

Tenant: <Gasp!>

Landlord: And for the mold –

Tenant: <GASP!>

Landlord: And for the messed-up walls, floors, and ceilings!

Tenant: (On an intake of breath) You wouldn’t dare!

Landlord: I’ve had it, I tell you!  I’m losing money on this place every second you stand here, wrecking everything with your mere presence!  I want you OUT!

Tenant: Can’t evict me, can’t evict me, I pay my rent, you’ve got nothin’ on me, nah-nah-nah-nah-naaah-naaah!

Landlord: All right, that does it!  I’M TAKING THE FRIDGE!

Tenant: …WHAT?!

Landlord: You heard me!  (Sounds of footsteps heading back to the hallway) None of your friends’ll wanna tea-party here if there’s no fresh food or cold drinks for them to gorge on!  I bought the fridge, it’s mine, so you’d better take out whatever you’ve got in there in the next 30 seconds, `cause the whole thing’s going bye-bye!

Tenant: What – you – you can’t do that!  And did you bring that thing here planning this ALL ALONG?!

Landlord: (Sounds of a hand truck being wheeled in) I can do whatever I want with MY PROPERTY!  And whatever food’s still left in there by the time I leave is mine, too!

Tenant: Wait – no – (Sounds of a struggle with the refrigerator) I have a week’s worth of leftovers in there!

Landlord: Well then, there’s no time to waste, AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

(More sounds of a struggle and then items being tossed to the floor and a table, then of the refrigerator being lifted by the hand truck and wheeled out the door) You can keep the ice packs, since I’m feeling so generous!  (Grunts while shoving the hand truck over the threshold) Think on your sins while I’m gone!  (Sounds of the hand truck wheeling the refrigerator down the hallway)

Tenant: (Shouting out the open door) You monster!  Just for that, I’m gonna take an EXTRA-HOT shower for an hour!

Landlord: HA!  A confession at last!

Tenant: Oooh!  The heater comes and goes!  And you still didn’t get rid of the mold!

Landlord: At this point, the mold’s gonna get rid of you!  (There is a DING! and then sound of the heavy hand truck being pushed into an elevator) And if I throw out my back from all this, I’m sending you the bill!

Tenant: I’ll paper over my ugly photos with it!

Landlord: It’d be an improvement!  (Sounds of the elevator door closing)

Tenant: Why you – !  Oh, can’t hear me anymore.

(Sounds of the apartment door being slammed shut, heavy footsteps back to the bedroom for a minute and then back to the kitchen, a loud moan of annoyance, and items being gathered and dumped into ice chests)

Tenant: (Loudly on a phone) Hey, you busy?... Yeah, you got a spare fridge you can loan me for the next three months, until my lease here is up?... Nah, it can break down after that – then it’ll be the next tenant’s problem, heh-heh-heh!

Sibling 2: (Looks back at Sibling 1) As fascinating as all that was, can we put on a real movie now?

Sibling 1: (Looks back at Sibling 2) Aw, what, you didn’t like it?

Sibling 2: I can’t believe you did!  Having that – (Gestures to the ceiling) going on above me at all hours would drive me up the wall!

Sibling 1: Yeah, but I’ve gotten so invested, I’ve gotta find out how it ends!

Sibling 2: Probably with both a lawsuit and an eviction!

Sibling 1: Oh.  How boringly realistic.