How the hell is he a docotor and I can't get into med-school

So this Sunday I got to speak to perhaps the world’s dumbest Doctor, and I mean like mind-numbingly dumb. For this story to be understood I need to lay out a few things about the hospital field in which everyone may not know. First off nearly everything is ordered by a computer which is no shock. With that said every now and then the computers go down and things must be done on paper, or an order can be done on paper if it is an extremely rare test that isn't in the computer system. These paper forms are called downtime forms and they have a whole slew of shit about the patient and what not but they aren't hard to fill out, they tell you exactly what to write. Okay now that you know into the story we go.

Approximately 1600 on Sunday 28th I was sitting, bored as hell in the phlebotomy office when I received a downtime form from one of the sweepers. I looked it over and most of it looked good which I was excited for because it gave me something to do besides answer the phone and read cnn.com. After closer inspection I notice that the description field of the test is blank which is odd because, well how the hell am I supposed to know what to order.
So I go on a quest to see if anyone knew about this form and if it was meant for them, blank as it is. Naturally no one took ownership because that meant they had to do work and quit staring at facebook updates or stop gossiping about who the latest person is with a drug habit.
So I called the floor the patient was on and surprise, surprise the nurse didn't want to deal with it either but to her merit she actually got me in touch with the doctor which is a miracle on a Sunday, he must have actually been working to hide from his family.
Upon, getting him on the phone I let him know that his form isn't completely filled but I would be happy to finish the rest for him if he just verbally told me the test he wanted. {Stay with me this is where his true genius shines} His response to me was "well of course I didn’t fill it out it’s for rare tests." {....I should have known to just hang up here}

Me: well I need to know what test your looking for or what your testing for so that I can research and find the proper code to order.
Doctor: listen if I knew what test I wanted I wouldn't have sent you the form.
{No I'm not joking}
Me:.....well....um.....how am I supposed to know what test you’re looking for.
Doctor: well I did give you a diagnosis of their symptoms maybe you should start there.
{>.< yeah I was getting a headache, that headache was a million ways to call him a fucking moron hitting me all at once}
Me: well doc I can't really use the diagnosis of swelling and an elevated temperature in a 30 to figure out what test you want let alone the fact that I'm not allowed to interpret your diagnoses anyway.
Doctor {and I am now using this term loosely}: well you better figure something out because I want that test (he promptly hangs up on me).

I made some calls and talked to some nurses...that were near the Doctor and they could hear him talking to me too....so yeah it was real and I wasn't being pranked. I can really, truly and honestly say I do not have a large enough vocabulary to describe his sheer stupidity.


After telling you this I pose to you dear follower this one question.....HOW THE FUCK DID HE BECOME A DOCTOR AND I CAN'T EVEN GET INTO MED-SCHOOL?