beware of Harlan Crow
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The bitch doctor that I'd never met discharged me before she even saw me. I learned about the discharge from the "social workers". They aren't really social workers, they are salespeople. The bitch wanted me out of the bed so she could sell it to a different insurance company. The "socials" were attempting to keep me and my insurance still hooked. They knew I wasn't done yet so they were pushing the outpatient programs that are more profitable than a hospital stay. I've fallen for those before and I've kept them up long enough that the program circled around and started over. Why would I give them more money?
But the "socials salespeople" came in all smiles about how I was leaving. I sat in shock until the bitch came in all smiles as well. I was a thing. A speck of dust to be swept away. Hopefully next door to keep the money in the system. It was obvious that she hadn't even read my charts. Did she get her doctorate at a Trump University?
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