Letters From The Pharmacist (1)

Dear Doctor,
Hi, I'm your friend, the pharmacist. Remember me? The person who dispenses what you prescribe for your patients? I even wear a white coat just like your sad, pathetic and meaningless coat, remember?
Yeah, well, when I called today to ask you what the squiggly lines meant on the paper the patient gave to me, Your Fellowship, you made it clear how irritated you were that I could not read your crappy handwriting precise and clear orders, or even figure out the prescription from the nonexistent patient history you didn't attach with the prescription. You were even so kind as to inquire if I had ever studied pharmacy.
Because we actually spend around half a decade studying for this. In fact, we have an entire course series dedicated to handwriting analysis, the douchebag psychology behind it, and even an advanced course called Telepathic Prescriptions.
Your anger and irritation sadden me, Your Residency, nevertheless, I shall try to amend the situation by asking you to:
(a) Get your **** together
(b) Stop writing like a freakin' two year old.
Don't make me come up there. 
Sincerely,
The Pharmacist