I’m reminded of the time I went to see a psychiatrist.
While filling forms, he asked me for my social security number. It starts with the same numbers as the phone area code of where I live. He gave me a withering pitying look and said ‘I asked for your social security number, NOT your telephone number.’ As though he was addressing a mentally challenged child!

A brown muzzlin woman didn’t go down well with him. Poor fellow. 😅

We don’t live in trees, you know.
Doctors!

My doctor decided to call me by my first name.
Farida this, Farida that.
‘Mrs. Haque to you, young man!’
He blushed.
He was half my age. Doctors live and love to talk down to women patients. Perhaps all patients. Fools don’t realize that Uncle Google has made all of us experts in every field. Every woman has googled machinations of child bearing etc to death!