Just give me my goddamn medicine

I wish that one of the requirements to graduate nursing school was competence. Unfortunately, it is not.
Without going into full details (which, I assure you, would convince you to take a west-bound trip to the Golden Gate Bridge), I will tell you that there are some nurse's assistants that are a hazard to the world.
After taking a trip to the doctor to cure a long-lasting neck pain (the subject of this doctor's visit has been changed for reasons concerning confidentiality and protecting the idiots' identities) that has been planned for months, the nurse's assistant dressed all in lime green (crocs and all) declared that they were unable to go through with the appointment because they did not take my insurance. Unfortunately, that's incorrect because I've been going there for years. After calling and getting into an argument with my very lovely but stressed out mother, she determined that they had written down the wrong information for me and she misunderstood what was written. I wish they had all gone to elementary school.
I proceeded with the appointment, where my doctor told me that I had two options: a pain preventative that will make me lose certain words in my vocabulary, or one that will make me obese ("and I mean really, really fat" were her exact words). I opted (or rather, she opted for me) for the one that will make me lose my memory. Splendid.

I was then told that I needed a blood test to make sure that my blood is strong enough to lose my memory, I guess. The nurse proceeded to stick the sharp needle in my vein and comment on how large it was. I almost vomited. Out of annoyance-- not loss of blood. Right before she thankfully pulled the needle out, she remembered that she had forgotten to bring the cotton swab to cover the wound. She then marveled at how large my bruise would be. At least she made one correct remark that afternoon.

After paying the $84 for what my family is still confused about, the nurse's assistance excitedly (yet also somehow boringly) announced, "Oh boy! You're an adult now! You get to fill out your own forms!" How exciting. If I were a nurse (which would probably make me gag), I would not only be un-patronizing but also human. And I would get things right.

I found out today that they forgot to call in my memory loss medication to the pharmacist. I am switching doctors.