dorminWS wrote:I just refuse to answer those "fishing expedition" questions. Last time I did that, the P.A. told me she had to complete the form before she could "initiate treatment". Part of the new electronic medical records scheme, she said. I had cut my finger and needed a stitch. I asked her:
"Are you withholding medical care to force me to answer questions unrelated to the condition? THINK VERY CAREFULLY BEFORE YOU ANSWER THAT."
She beat a hasty retreat and came back with the ER doc, who tucked a stitch in my finger with a big smirk on his face. (this doc is my buddy and hates all that BS anyway). Of course, I'm on the board of that hospital, so maybe that's why I got away with it. The administrator told me "shame on you, you naughty boy" next time I saw him. But generally speaking, they get much more reasonable if they think you might accuse them of that.
Looks like I might need to go get a stitch right now. I was making a box to ship that park tank in, the knife slipped and I ruined a new shirt and sliced about a 2" gash in the hide on my belly. My hide will grow back, but SWMBO's gonna raise all manner of hell about that new shirt.
So how do us poor plebes without connections get away with telling them to pound sand.
I rarely tell cashiers what my zip code is, & everytime a cashier says, Can I have your phone number..? I always respond with, "Im married" 
It's usually pretty funny.