Hospitals Without Hospitality

I attend hospital visits,

where they claim to have all of the information they could ever need on me.

Yet every time I enter the establishment

I am asked a variety of repetitive questions.

I am asked questions they should already know the answers to.

Little to no empathy,

no recollection of the past.

When you walk in, you are nothing but a number

unless you are a pain in the ass.

I am thirty years old with a full hysterectomy.

How come, whenever I come in for a CT scan,

they ask me if there is any possible chance of pregnancy?

It is the small shit just like that,

that allows me to be able to see right through them.

Yeah. Sure,

they want to help but the majority of the time they cause more damage.

So screw them.