If there is one thing I totally hate is a doctor. Don't get me wrong, I know a couple of doctors worth their weight in gold due to their talent and knowledge.
A few months ago, my mother told me she needed surgery and that her tests were to be done in July. Yesterday is the big day. When I get home, I run to her room and ask her how did it go. She simply smiles , you know one of those tired smiles, and says the doctors made the wrong tests.
For crying out loud, how could you get a human being to torture itself fasting and doing some weird prerituals just so you can mess up and say "Sorry, wrong test".
One thing is certain, I'm glad no knives or lasers were involved yet, but it still upsets me.