Karma is for real

As I sit here in my doctors office being stared down by the heinous bitch who I call the gatekeeper, I am reminded of the four years I spent as the gatekeeper of a local mental health center med clinic. There were times, probably more numerous than I even recall,  when I took out my frustrations with the behavior of the patients on the scheduling book. If they made life hard on me,  I didn't jump through hoops to get them in so they could get more xanax after their recent overdose,  etc. I made them wait just like everyone else. Sometimes longer if I thought it was for their own good. 
So maybe this bitch thinks it is for my own good that she will never give me an appointment. Even when I can't breathe. Just because she disagrees with the meds I am on.
Like I said people... Karma is real and I'm paying mine off every day.