Fuck VITAS Hospice, AGAIN
So, after I penned my eponymous “Fuck VITAS Hospice in Boynton Beach, Florida” tome, I didn’t expect it to go anywhere.
I mean, other than Cindy, Scott and two Chrises, and maaaaybe Psychofag on occasion, who the hell reads this thing, right?
Anyway, VITAS sent me a survey. Which I thought was hilarious. So I created a Bit.ly link and said you can read the blog.
So, a month goes by. Finally someone calls me and says so what do you want us to do with this.
I said are you people for real. You swoop in every four to six weeks to reopen my very raw wounds.
I reminded them YOU asked ME to fill out the survey.
What do I want you to do? Provide better service to the terminally ill.
What do you want me to say — to please keep providing substandard care? STOP CALLING ME is what I want you to do.
I hung up after that.
Jesus Fuck All CHRIST what is WRONG with people.