The Pros and Cons of a Fake Doctors Excuse

First, there is the pros of a fake doctors excuse. A fake doctors excuse may get you out of trouble when you miss too many days at school or work. It is an easy way to solve a problem and may even prevent you from getting expelled or fired. However, the cons of a fake doctors excuse may out weight the pros. If you use one and are caught you can suffer the consequences. Not only will you be punished by your school or employer, but it may stick with you on your record. In fact, using a fake doctors excuse can be a form of plagiarism, especially if you sign your doctors name. If you use a fake excuse you are taking a big risk. The person you give the excuse to can do a follow up and call your doctor. This can lead to more serious problems then lying about missing a day at work or school.

If you weigh the good and bad, using a fake doctors note is really not worth it. If you call out sick, make sure that you are sick. Do not lie about an illness, as it could come back to bite you. If you feel that it is absolutely necessary to take that risk, make sure that you are prepared for both the negative and positive outcomes. You may be able to get away with it and have all your absences excused or you may get caught and have to suffer the consequences.

One of my unique dresses I bought at Goodwill.  I thought it was a cute dress; I thought it was a unique dress.  It was obviously cheap and I got compliments when I wore it.  What made this dress a unique dress, was that it had a form-fitting wide, black waist band that I wore with a belt.  Yes, I received compliments, but being a teacher, I would often have a child ask me, “How did you hurt your back?”  I suppose it looked a little or maybe a lot like a back brace.  I even thought that maybe some adults thought I had back problems, so I got rid of  that unique dress.

When shopping at a major department store, I happened upon a Calvin Klein dress.  You might wonder what was so unique about it.  It was a really cute  sleeveless denim dress that fit like a glove.  The description doesn’t sound so unique, but what made this designer dress a unique dress was the price.  Its original price was well over a hundred dollars.  I landed this unique dress for only $5.  That’s right, it cost $5.  I head straight to the clearance racks when shopping at major department stores.  The price on this unique dresses had been seriously slashed.  This unique dress was one of a kind – GOOD.

I have a weakness for denim dresses.  My next unique dress story involves another denim dress.  This unique dress I bought many years ago.  It is sleeveless and denim with a contrasting denim flower.  Very very cute.  This unique dress can be worn with tennis shoes or dressier shoes.  I can wear this unique dress to work, run errands, or vacation.  It’s a heavy enough material that a slip and bra are not required.  I wear this unique dress all year long.  When it is cold outside, I might wear a shirt underneath or layer it with a jacket.  I’ve had this dress forever, but it doesn’t go out of style.  I often get compliments when I wear this unique dress.  Another good unique dress story.

When I was a stay-at-home mom, I looked for very comfortable  clothes at cheap prices.  At this time,  making dresses by sewing together men’s t-shirts became popular at my church.  A friend explained exactly how it was done, so I busied myself with this unique dress project.  When finished with my unique dress, I thought the best place to take my unique dress on her maiden run was to church.  My unique dress, designed for comfort, made me feel anything but.  This unique dress felt more like a nightgown.  Whether others thought that or not, no one said.  But nothing said can often be a telltale sign that a  unique dress is not so much unique, but unusual or worse, strange.  This very strange unique dress was never worn again.

Unique dresses, good and bad, stir up memories.  It’s interesting how an article of clothing can have so many thoughts and feeling attached to it.  The important thing is to look  at this unique dress stories and laugh.  What is your unique dress story?

I was still in high school at the time, or maybe just graduated.  It’s kind of hard to remember, as it was a while ago, and the whole series of events were and are somewhat hazy.  My parents were gone out of town, and I was about to have my first and last home party without their knowledge.  Given that the emphasis is on last, should give you some clue as to how bad the night would turn out.   Personally, I only remember a few events of the night.

The first thing, I remember, is starting to drink a little too early, and a little too quickly.  Suffice it to say, that as the guests (many of whom I didn’t even know) started to show up I was way to far gone.  It’s a good thing that this was in the days before texting, and MSN, as I’m sure there would have been many more people there.  My buddies and brothers made a wise decision early on, and decided to send me to bed to sleep things off early on.  Up to this point things were pretty much OK, and nobody was hurt.  All that was about to change.

At some point during my slumber, I decided it would be a good time to get out of my water-bed, because I needed to make it to the washroom.  Instead, I ended up throwing up all over my favorite poster of Yoda that was hanging on my wall.  But wait, it gets even better.  I shared my bedroom with my brother, who had an empty 20 gallon fish aquarium sitting on end next to his bed as a makeshift night stand.  Yes, my parents obviously had some interesting decorating ideas.  Anyway, this is the part where someone gets hurt.  Namely me!

While leaving my bed, I stumbled and crashed into the aquarium.  Not a good thing.  I had several deep gashed on my left side and up to my armpits.  The noise obviously brought would be rescuers.  My brother called for an ambulance to take me to emergency.  Some how, his 911 call gave the wrong impression, and within minutes there were 2 police cars and an ambulance on the front yard to deal with what they though was a violent fight that led to a stabbing.  Ohh boy, the neighbors were not impressed.

Later at the hospital, I was stitched up without the need for any anesthetic.  Gee what a surprise.  The emergency doctor was even less impressed, while in my stupor as he was stitching me up, I decided to berate him on how terrible it was that most of the doctors in the province where on strike.  Except for emergencies, obviously.  My colorful language about the slipper booties the hospital made me wear was also voice loud enough for anyone in the waiting room to hear.

Not a good night at the time, but a funny story for the future.  Just don’t tell my kids about it.