1/5 Melissa A. 6 months ago on Google
Doris
Fleming-
She
came
to
you
with
hope,
with
faith
and
excitement.
Anticipating
the
chance
to
finally
be
seen
at
an
office
of
medical
professionals
Who
specialize
in
helping
with
the
same
personal
issues
medical
conditions
and
syndromes
that
she’s
been
battling
for
so
many
years
now.
She
was
met
on
that
beautiful
exciting
day
unfortunately
by
you.
I
couldn’t
refrain
from
stepping
forward
to
go
ahead
and
give
my
willing
and
forthcoming
review
of
you
and
only
you
by
the
way
everybody
else
was
kind
seemed
compassionate
and
took
excellent
care
of
her.
With
that
being
said,
I
guess
I
kind
of
got
hopeful…
Hopeful
I
would
find
an
additional
(star-rating
option)
on
your
“reviews”
tab
with
“no-stars”
That
even
would
be
to
high
of
a
rating
for
you.
Maybe
they
could
add
a
tab
that
says
“no-heart”
I
bet
You
went
on
that
tab
seven
days
a
week
and
twice
on
Sunday.
You
would
be
the
“Queen
B”
on
that
category
now
wouldn’t
you.
Heavy
on
the
B!
So
Queen,
or
is
it
just
B?
When
did
you
decide
in
your
infinite
medical
wisdom,
that
it
was
in
her
best
interest
to
enter
the
exam
room
and
commence
pointing
out
every
single
embarrassing,
confidence-robbing,
insecurity-breeding,
daily
heartbreaking-reality
FLAW
she
ever
had?
Why?
What
was
the
purpose?
Do
you
think
that
Clients
come
to
you
unaware
of
their
flaws?
Do
you
believe
that
they
are
there
unknowingly,
and
none
owning
a
mirror,
to
simply
see
you.
You,
with
all
your
neatly
framed
certificates,
you
proudly
display
on
your
wall
(you
know
I’m
right👍)
The
ones
that
sadly
misled
you
to
believe
that
you
had
earned
the
right
to
breakdown
another
human
being?
You
broke
her
down
today.
You
walked
into
that
exam
room
packing
your
inflated“300pounder”
MSC,AGP,
CMP-BC
“God-complex”
and
broke
her
soul.
She
was
brave.
She
was
courageous
to
seek
help.
Her
heart
full
of
faith.
Then
you,
no
more
than
a
heartless
mean-girl
immediately
began
berating
her.
With
comments
like
“
I
already
know
what
you
are
here
for,
I
saw
how
big
you
are
and
all
your
facial
hair.”
“Do
you
snore?”
“I
bet
you
do
because
of
your
thick/big
neck”
“if
you
keep
this
up
you
will
be
a
“300
pounder”before
long”.
Doris,
your
comments
to
her
lacked
not
only
professionalism
and
compassion
but
also
even
a
hint
empathy.
So
grab
your
lil
certificates
off
the
wall
because
unfortunately
Doris
your
ended
up
in
the
wrong
gig.
They
are
waiting
for
you
right
now,
gathered
together
on
the
playground
at
any
nearby
grade
school.
The
mean
girls
anticipating
the
arrival
of
their
leader!
You,
the
one
who
can
show
them
all
the
things
that
nightmares
are
made
of!
That’s
more
your
style
and
field
of
expertise
but
please
that’s
only
my
big,
think
“300-pounder”
opinion.
She
was
so
broken,
devastated,
angry
at
herself
and
finally
hopeless.
The
last
thing
she
said
before
leaving
was”
“I’m
tired
mom,
Im
just
so
tired.”
“Im
so
sad
that
this
is
what
I
am.”
Ps.
If
you
are
going
to
throw
stones
Queenie…
make
sure
you
are
perfect
yourself.
Maybe
ask
a
colleague
for
help
with
that
acne.
Maybe
they
could
help
your
face.
Potentially
a
hormone
therapy?
Maybe
try
a
mask.
Walmart
has
some
Devil
masks
on
sale!
Those
are
right
up
your
alley!
(which
is
the
same
place
you
can
store
your
opinions)
Cheerio
Doris
Signed,
“Her”
mother