This one is from awesome photographer Desiree:
"At the hospital being prepped for a D and C, the anesthesiologist comes in and without looking at my chart says (in a gruff Russian accent)
'So what are here for?'
Me: '... a D and C'
'What for? Are you bleeding?'
Me: long pause.... 'MISCARRIAGE...'"
What do you think she's here for in this particular wing of the hospital? A burger and fries? You're the extremely well-paid anesthesiologist. She's a woman who just had her heart ripped out. Take a few minutes to READ THE CHART before you start flapping your gums. And after doing your homework, give her enough Propofol that she can't remember how much of an idiot you were.