Try this scenario...
Dimwitted wife driving around the ranch sees the doctor and pulls up alongside of him.
"Hey Doc, good morning!"
"Well, good morning to you too, Ms. Imus, how are you this morning?"
"I'm feeling pretty good, still a little crick in my neck though..."
"Well, Ms. Imus, why don't you give that palamino of yours a little rest for the next couple of weeks and see if that don't help that pretty little neck of yours?"
"Doctor's orders?"
"Doctor's orders..."
"Well, okay, I'll try and behave... Say Doc, where are you headed?"
"Aw, just over to the bunkhouse, seems that a young lady is feeling a little poorly this morning."
"Can I give you a lift?"
"Nah, it's right over there and besides, it's such a beautiful morning and being that I'm halfway there as it is, I'll just meet you there. Heck, by the time you park, I'll be walking in right behind you."
"Have it your way Doc, I'll race you there!"
Deirdre Imus walks in to the bunkhouse and sees her cranky old grandfa... er, uh, I mean, husband, Don Imus angrily pacing back and forth...
"Hi Honey!, beautiful morning for a ride isn't it! I'm leaving in an hour if you want to come along!
"I can't ride any stupid horses this morning, can't you see I'm agitated again?!"
"Well, what else is new dear?"
"Deirdre, have you seen the doctor this morning? I called him to come over and he's still not here yet..."
"Well, yes honey, I just passed him, he's on his way over right now."
"On his way? On his waaaaay?! He should have been here by now, I called him 8 minutes ago! Where is that toad-suckin' weasel?!"
"Well, don't blame me, honey, I offered him a ride..."
Personally, I just recently went to the emergency room with a severe ankle sprain. It took them 7 hours (Yes, that's right, SEVEN frickin' hours) from when I hobbled in the front door and crutched my way out the back door with a wrapped leg and my percoset prescription. Why should Don Imus expect anything better? Because he has money? Because he's rich, he should get whatever he wants, whenever he wants it? I've heard him spin the political news and recent elections enough to know that the truth is always a little south of what he's telling you. He has no problem calling anyone offensive names and bad-mouthing them across the national airwaves and unfortunately, things like that can effect a doctor's ability to earn a living. Sounds like the doctor is willing to stand up and fight back against the two-bit howdy doody cowboy with the nickel-plated microphone. Despite my 7 hour ordeal in the ER, I'll side with the doctor. Imus is an @$$.