Doctors have a God complex and I'm sick of it...

When you survive your issue, they are quick to credit their wonderful skills. When they cut off the wrong leg, they wanna blame you for not taking care of your body instead of themselves for not reading your chart properly. Or maybe you die on the operating table, then it was God's will. If you survive the operation, it was the skilled hands that saved your life... In my case, I passed out at work. Puking all over the carpet in my office then faling into a chair might have been the most embarrassing moments of my life. I'm thinking (hoping) that I'm either pregnant or suffering from food poisoning. The ambulance eventually hauls me off and I feel myself feeling sicker and sicker...I asked the EMT if I was having a stroke, and the dude rudely says, "I HIGHLY DOUBT IT!" I began screaming at myself to stay awake. Under no circumstance would I fall asleep until I knew what the h*ll was wrong with me. I get to the hospital and they start asking me a ton of questions. Unfortunately I can barely answer because my speech began to slur and my head and ear was in horrible horrible pain. Well, after a bunch of MRI's, ct-scans, and throwing up so many times I thought I was in the Exorcist, my smart doctor tells me I'm fine and I just have vertigo. Problem was I still couldn't stand on my own, lift my head, talk, my face was drooped, and I couldn't raise my arms...but it as vertigo. Uh huh...sure. So I'm admitted to the hospital and left to stay there overnight. I didn't sleep. No one could satisfactorily explain to me what was wrong with me. So the next morning the doctors come in to check on my with a somber look on their face, and I kind of new what they'd say...low and behold...I HAD A FRIGGIN STROKE THE PREVIOUS DAY! D**n doctors basically say: oops...ma bad...we missed it in your MRI. Sadly, we can't do anything for you...Off you go to rehab. HOLLA! I hate doctors...