I hate going to the doctor. It's not the visit really, but the waiting. Here's an unscientific breakdown of their magazines:
53% women's interest (home decorating and some mom's parenting stuff)
24% golf magazines (no thanks)
11.9999% hunting/fishing/hot rods magazines
7% Reader's Digests from the late 1990s
4% news magazines that are four months old
.0001% something I would like to read
So, most of my time is spent just staring ahead with a dull expression on my face. Then, my name is called, they weigh me, I feel even worse, and then I wait again for the doctor to see me as I read about whatever he has stuck on the wall. My brain has pushed out most of my good childhood memories to make room for information like "How the Pancreas Works" and "What's Riboflavin?"
This time, Kylie came, and my blood pressure was higher than when I went by myself.
But, as of now, there's nothing wrong with me. I'll know more on Friday when I get some test results back. Thanks for all the prayers and nice thoughts sent my way.
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Glad it went well, knew it would!
ReplyDeleteIt's funny how going to the doctor as a kid you get rewarded with stickers and suckers, but what about us??? NEVER good reading I agree, never good tv, usually paintings of ocean scenery or something that you'd see on the walls in the 80's, a box of kleenex and that lovely sterile smell. WAITING ROOMS=YUCK! :o)
ReplyDeleteYou should have brought your iPod and kept your eye on the door so when they call your name, you read their lips. Or you should have brought it and sang outloud where everyone could hear you. That would have been less boring for all the other people. That's what I would have done!
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