They tricked me. I signed in and sat down and they called me back right away.
I was weighed and measured. (good God, I'm shrinking!) And, they went to put me in that little room. You know, the one where you sit FOREVER and try to listen outside the door and figure out when the doctor is going to see you?
But, today, I made the effort and it went EVERYWHERE. What is with that? Guys have it so easy. Sometimes I can do it. But, today, it went all over the toilet, the floor, my skirt, and all over me. I'm in my doctor's bathroom cleaning up his floor. I am not C-O-O-L.
Then I go to wait for the doctor. And I wait. And I wait. And I wait. I go to read the magazines, and all that's there is, "Car and Driver" and something about guns; not my interests. I look around and read the walls. I now see all the diseases and conditions I will acquire as I age.
I'm not having fun.
And still I wait. I begin to use my phone, even though the sign outside said not to use phones. After so long, I figure I've earned the right.
And, finally, finally he walks through the door. He makes a nice joke, and the exam is done and over in 10 minutes. TEN MINUTES. All the waiting. All the stress. All the urine. So, you see, it's not the actual seeing the doctor that I loathe, but the whole process that surrounds it.
But, at least all was good. I'm gonna live to see another doctor. And, I'm gonna live to wait some more.