ass-whippin' is not the inevitable end of the situation, and shouldn't be, if you're in the Right,
but it is a possibility if things go bad, and you've got to be prepared for that; both the dealing
out of the ass-whippin'
and the consequences of that, which
are inevitable ....
(all I'm saying - if you're gonna stand your ground, you gotta be willing and able to
go to the bitter end ... but all along that path, you're going to try to get your shitheel
to see reason and get
hisself right with the little baby jesus ... trouble is, see,
shitheel's and reason rarely go hand in hand ... and the baby jesus loves a sinner,
but hates them shitheels ....)
and this doctor may not be that kind of shitheel, but here's what I see as your first problem :
I can't conceive a way around that 'i'm a doctor, you're shit' ego.
you don't have to; that attitude is
his problem; it only becomes
your problem when
you buy into it, giving him the Power, and also perpetuating that "Doctor as God" horseshit;
when all is said and done, especially in
this country, Medical Services are still that :
services ...
all the schoolin' and pieces of paper in frames around his office doesn't change that fact that he is still basically
working in the "service sector" ... he gets paid a little more than the kid at Whattaburger, but in the end,
in
this country, Medical Service is a commodity, it's a Free Market, and the doctor damn well better
understand that his job is to satisfy
you, the customer .... you wouldn't take any attitude off a
snot-nose kid behind the counter at the Whattaburger; the only reason people take attitude off of snot
nose doctors, lawyers, and Indian Chiefs is because they
allow it ....
and that's really all I'm saying - respect, equality, politeness - I give these things to other people from the
git-go, until they give me a reason to revoke one or all of those things - and I expect the same, and damn
well
will receive it .... due to the fucked-up society we've built for ourselves here (and again, I take a
huge share of the blame for that, on behalf of the entire Hippie generation - we did some very good, very
important things, and fucked up alot, too - unintended consequences & all that) I'll give folks, esp. people
younger than me, which is goddamn near everybody now, a couple of chances to re-think whatever kinda
bullshit they thought they was gonna try to lay on me ... and I know the common wisdom these days is
that "violence doesn't solve anything", but it does ... when you've ran the course out on dialog and the
other guy is still refusing to Get Right, the only thing left is .... ass whippin'; which may not solve all the
problems in the world, but will for damn sure guarantee that the shitheel in question's not going to give
you any more attitude, and will think twice before trying it on anyone else, too ... or ... maybe not;
in which case, it's Ass Whippin', Round Two ....
I give all my doctors a lot of respect, and I gots a
shitload of doctors these days ... but they are not
any better
men than me ... and most of them know it .... I had one little tiff with a neurosurgeon two
years ago when my discs started blowing out in my lower back ... I told him real calmly I didn't agree with
what he was proposing and told him what I wanted done and when .... he balked and told me he thought he
knew what he was talking about ... I told him that he, if fact, did not, and walked out of his office and over
the other side and told the little girl I wanted to see the other member of the practice and I'd sit right here
until he was available ...
a few hours later, the other neurosurgeon came out into the lobby; I quickly explained to him what I wanted
done and why, and that the other doctor had disagreed - now ... again, I had the little baby jesus on my side,
because I had researched what I was proposing and discussed it with a number of my friends who are doctors
of different things, and some of them had already told me that the first neurosurgeon was going to balk at
doing this procedure as the first remedy, and would most likely want to do several other, expensive, and
ultimately ineffective remedies, which I did not have time or patience for; the second doctor agreed with me
that the procedure I wanted would work, and he also said he could understand why his colleague would want
to do these other things
first, but that, again, he agreed with me that the probability of success was low and
they'd end up doing the procedure, anyway .... great, I said, so I got up and we went to the receptionist's desk
and got me scheduled for the surgery ....
now the LittleBigTown is in fact a Little Big Town, so I of course ran into the other doctor, not long after ... I did
not act like a shitheel myself with "see I told you so" bullshit, but smiled and shook his hand, asked after his wife
and kids, and it was only a little later that he brought up the surgery himself; I praised his colleague, described the
benefits I'd gotten from the procedure and the problems that were continuing .... I presented myself to him as a
good, decent citizen of this little community who held no grudges against him personally, and certainly gave no
indication that I had been or would in the future be disparaging his professional reputation by telling all my friends
he was a snot-nose shitheel I had to school a little; if he held some kind of grudge or ill-will towards me, he
concealed it well and kept it to himself, which was the right thing to do, because I couldn't give less than one and
half fucks as to what he thought of me; and, at that point, with me being a Nice Guy
and a Good Ol' Boy in
my conversation with him, any hint of an attitude from him would've been an Open License for more Schoolin' ...
and, as this conversation happened to be occurring at an artsy-fartsy Chamber of Commerce event in the Quarter-
master's Building at the Fort, with an open bar, taking him out back behind the stables for an ass-whippin' would've
been a simple task ...
but none of that was necessary ...
he doesn't know his attitude is causing a portion of the problem
right.
what I'm sayin' ....
it's
your job to inform him ... why it's called "
Schoolin'" .....
What do you think about asking the doc about how behavior effects blood pressure, getting him locked into a calm approach/don't get her excited mindset, then gently trying to get him to examine his own behavior in that light?
don't think much of it a-tall .... that's giving him all the Power, because he's a
"Doctor", a higher form of human being than us mere mortals ...
why would you
want to hear his opinion on the subject ? you don't, that's just obfuscation, dancing around the fact of the matter -
"Look here, Son, you gotta calm your ass down when you're talking to that girl - you're getting her all riled up, and I ain't gonna stand for that."
that's the issue, and whether or not he does some soul-searching and behavior-modification with other patients and in his life in general
is between him & The Lord; I don't give a fuck
how you act towards other people,
this is how you're going to behave around me ...
I've developed this philosophy over a lifetime, not always applying as I should have, sometimes abusing it;
it
is a throw-back to an earlier time, a set of Codes that were in place when we had a very different
Society ... I realized that most of it came from the way my Daddy and Uncles saw the world, the way they
interacted with it ... I came to believe in the righteous of it when I truthfully examined all the times I'd had
my ass handed to me, or been set-down a notch in front of other people, and realized that I'd been acting
like a shitheel ... and somebody that
was Right with the little baby jesus decided I needed schoolin' ...
and I ain't gonna go so far as to say I was
grateful for it, or any kinda silly shit like that, but I know
that I hold no grudges against the men who did the deeds .... and I learned from each situation what
not
to do ... f'instance, if it's about 1977 or thereabouts and you're in a gen-U-wine rough-ass bar in NorthEast
Texas, and Pittsburgh has just beat the tar out of the Cowboys (again) and there's a big ol'
bear of a man
at the bar who's been drinking all night and ain't moved or said a word since the Steelers went up however
many touchdowns it was in the third quarter, it just ain't right to stagger up to him and slap him on the back,
giggling your ass off from all the bong-hits you've been doing out in the parking lot and scream in his ear:
"
HOW 'BOUT THEM MOTHERFUCKIN' COWBOYS ???!!??"
cause when he crosses your head with a pitcher still half full of PBR and stomps your ribcage with the heel
of size15 Red Wings, and puts that steel-toe right-square into your tailbone .... the little baby jesus is
lighting up another joint and laughing his ass off ....