Oh Crap! I’m Not Gonna Die?
No joke – but there are plenty. Guy goes to doc, death within two years diagnosed, goes on spending spree, Doc says, oops! you’re not gonna die for a while yet.
Brandrick was left with little more than the black suit, white shirt and red tie that he had planned to be buried in when it emerged a year later that his suspected “tumor” was no more than a non-life threatening inflammation of the pancreas.
Of course, he will be suing.
Thank you – now I know how to create a secure password. Now how do I remember the dingblasted thing? Sometimes I think I have more passwords than hairs on my head.
No prob. Thanks for reading. There were some good tips on remembering your passwords. Take a phrase and use the first letter of each word, Four score and seven years ago = 4sa7ya or fsasya
I have some disposable passwords that I use on junk sites and “real” passwords that I use on important sites.
Now that’s just WRONG!
Now that’s just WRONG! I guess the guy should look at the BIG PICTURE…it should make him feel better. I think he should get some kind of $$$ out of their mistake for cripes sake.
Hey, I’m enjoying your posts….I have a feeling I’ll be coming back often…thanks so much….
Yeah, looselywoven shouldn’t be allowed on the innerweb if she can’t even comment on the right post.
Sorry, when I check the comment your second one wasn’t there. Maybe I don’t belong on the innerweb.
Anyhoo – yes, I agree that a drastically wrong diagnosis deserves some compensation.