The Toe That Was Actually Broken

So here it comes. The rant about hospital doctors after finding out that my toe was actually broken all the time. 
I want to apologise here to all the great hospital doctors who pay attention to their patients and are good people and doctors, but this post  is not about you. It is about the smug, arrogant hospital doctors who treat you like a piece of meat and hardly  take any time for you. 
If you remember, three weeks ago a stupid asshole of a drunk person pushed a metal chair over which landed on my toes. First I thought it would heal on its own but then the pain became so unbearable that I went to the hospital where my man and I sat for hours being sent from one end of the hospital to another (and we're talking ill people here! Yes, they're actually sending injured and sick people all through the hospital - I could hardly walk). Finally, a smug, young, arrogant doctor took like two minutes confirming that nothing was broken and that it would need about two weeks to pass. 
Here I also want to add how IMPOLITE hospital doctors and nurses are. I asked what would happen and the nurse answered harshly "You have to ask that the doctor" although he was SITTING RIGHT BESIDE US. Why wouldn't he just answer? I mean, he definitely heard us so why wouldn't he talk to me but have his arrogant, smug nurse tell me to actually ask him? It doesn't make any sense! 
Long story short, it's now nearly three weeks and I still can barely walk which, of course, limits me in finding a job, driving the car and my personal life. Finally, I decided to see my doctor who sent  me for another x-ray where they determined within minutes that there actually was a fraction. How on earth could they see a semi-healed fraction and the stupid hospital doctor couldn't see it when it was fresh? If they had given me a proper treatment like a splint, my toe could be much better now. Especially as the doctor also said: "You should rest it but generally nothing can happen as IT ISN'T BROKEN". Damn liar. 
So here I am, running around for weeks with a broken toe, but hey, it is actually sensational as this is the first bone I have ever broken and I didn't even know about it! It's like in Gilmore Girls when Jamie asks out Paris and she doesn't get it and Rory is like "You're going on a date with Jamie" and Paris like "Man, finally someone asks me and I don't get it. I wish I had been there." 
I feel the same. Finally I break a bone and don't even realise it and, therefore, don't get the bonus of someone just having broken something being pampered and babied. I only realise it when it is nearly healed, damn, hospital doctors.