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AITA for getting annoyed when my family ambushed me for a medical consult while my hands were full of food?
man plating food at a buffet
Image for illustrative purposes.
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Busy buffet gathering
Stock photography for depiction only.
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Doing it at a buffet makes it way funnier though, because nothing says “serious medical consultation” like trying to talk kidneys between the potato salad and the bread rolls. It has the energy of asking a pilot to diagnose your brakes while they’re halfway through a tray of shrimp. The setting alone should have been the clue. A person carrying food is not in the ideal posture for triage, and yet somehow the family still decided, yes, this is the moment for a free consult.
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And of course it wasn’t even an emergency. That’s the best part. Family always acts like every medical question is code red unless the answer is “please stop bothering me.” Then everyone becomes deeply offended, as if being told to see a specialist is a personal insult instead of the most obvious answer in the world. Emergency medicine is for the dramatic stuff, the collapse-in-the-parking-lot stuff, the “something is actively on fire” stuff. It is not the family medical encyclopedia with a stethoscope.
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The entitlement hiding under the fake innocence should be considered a medical issue if you ask me. People do not ask nicely. They corner. They interrupt. They wave paperwork around like they’re offering a magic trick. Then when the doctor refuses to perform a diagnosis between bites, they clutch their pearls and call it disrespectful. But the disrespect is that relatives turn dinner into a walk-in clinic with dessert.
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