Dyed red curly hair. Sitting on her walker flipping a magazine and looking around with disdain. She had a bone to chew. She had already let the office personal know. I had to hear about it, as I led her down the hall. I reported all of you to the office of medical misconduct she ranted, smacking her lips. The diagnosis Dizziness and Giddiness. How dare you call me giddy. I tried to explain to her that it was a diagnosis code and that I had no control over the wording. It is the government, I explained. She would have none of it. I worked for six lawyers you know. I know all about HIPPA . I am being discriminated against she shouted, moving her head back and forth. Her eyes bulging.