Okay, I usually keep it pretty well together for the most part, but the surest thing to set me off usually involves interactions with medical (so-called) professionals. My mother-in-law was recently admitted to the hospital after a minor stroke. She has high blood pressure. As part of the diagnosis process, a nurse asked her if she took her medicine regularly. She answered that she only took it when her blood pressure spiked. The nurse told her that was not right, she had to take it all the time. My mother-in-law responded that the doctor had told her to take it that way (BP spikes in the 220-240 range). This got me listening carefully to the good doc when he finally came in 3 hours later.
Statement: She had a blood pressure spike over 240 before the minor stroke.
Doc: Blood pressure has no relation to strokes.
Statement: She eats a lot of salt, salty food, and fatty foods.
Doc: Diet has no bearing on blood pressure.
Doc: How do you know her blood pressure spiked at over 240?
Family Member: We took a blood pressure reading on a guage that tops out at 240, the error message was that the reading was over that.
Doc: Oh, then I don’t think she had a blood pressure spike because her pressure is 150 now.
Me: Didn’t you give her meds to lower it?
Doc: That has no bearing on her spike earlier today.
Me: The spike was before you gave her the meds.
Doc: It isn’t important.
Me: Were you born an idiot, or did you have to go to med school to become one?
Doc leaves the room in a huff. Half the family members are chuckling, the other half are aghast that I didn’t accept this pinheads statements as holy gospel. Mother-in-law has promised me a jar of homemade pickles (she was one of the ones chuckling).