Damn PhD's

So today was incredibly frustrating!!  Slight back story: Last Wednesday I rolled my ankle at volleyball and the pain burned like fire up my leg.  I tied my shoe on as tight as it would go, elevated immediately, and proceeded to pop a Xanex cuz I knew I my blood pressure was going to sky rocket! Now this is not my first ankle-breaking rodeo.  I have done this a time or two.. or three before. I know what it takes to heal this sucker back up, however, this time was the least awful of all the times I have hurt myself in the ankle region. 
The very first time, in '03, I was black and blue to the knee within a day and on crutches for 2 weeks all while camping.  The second time, was a product of a volleyball game gone wrong.  I went up to block with a behemoth of a man who had to compensate for my lack of height by jumping across my entire body. He landed and then I landed... on his feet... rolling my ankle to the ground.  This time was, again, at volleyball.  I went up to block, blocked, came down so tight on the net that I knew I was going to go under and onto the other side therefore having the whistle blown on me, so I compensated by throwing my body one way while my feet went the other.  Crunch. Oh and the whistle was blown on me after all.  Guess my ankle went on the wrong side. *shudder* I went onto my back and laid there in pain knowing exactly what had happened.  Knowing that I was done walking like an average human being for at least a month.  If I had a dollar for every time I have given myself "cankles"... I might be in the ballpark of ten bucks.

Wednesday, crunched the cankle.  Friday, went to the doctors for the x-ray.  Do I even get to see my doctor? No. I have to see the P.A. who IS NOT A DOCTOR!  The last six appointments I have made at this office, I have seen the P.A..  I like her. She is nice, but what am I paying for?  Monday, 12:30p.m. I leave for work with still no phone call from the office as to whether my ankle is indeed broken or not.  Am I supposed to just guess?  If I would have opted to pay $50 and go to Urgent Care, I would have known within an hour, not 4 days!  They called around 1:30 to tell me it wasn't broken. And when I say "they called" I mean not the doctor, OR the PA. It was no one I ever heard of before while I could hear the PA in the background dictating what to say.  Really?  Hand her the gdamn phone!!
Here was the phone call:
"Mary, we've reviewed your x-ray and everything is normal."
"Oooookay, so what should I do?"
"Well just resume activity as you normally would."
"Well I am on my feet 9 hours a day just at work so what should I do."
"When you are not on your feet, make sure to ice and elevate."

A) My 9 year old could have told me to ice and elevate.  Shit, I knew that from the 475 previous times I've effed my ankle up.
B) My ankle is normal?  No, it may not be broken, but it is NOT normal. It is the size of a grapefruit with mass bruising. That is not normal.
C) Did you know a sprain is harder to heal and WORSE than a break?  Yeah, fuck you doctors office.

Of course I went into tears after this phone call ended.  The sap that I am.  I was red-faced and pissed.  I immediately called my insurance and changed doctors. Talk about dramatic.  I also plan to write a very strongly worded letter to the practice. We will see if the doctors even read it. Maybe they'll let the PA read it.