I hate going to the doctor for a plethora of reasons. First of all, it's super-far-away, and then they make you wait forever so it takes pretty much all day. It never fails to put me in a foul mood. Why? Because they make you wait for 10 or 45 minutes in the waiting room (Which is normally full of LOTS of coughing, hacking and mucous. Which grosses me out to no end). And then they finally call your name and you feel like you've won the lottery. Until they have you weigh yourself and then ask you "how much"? Apparently she can't understand mumbled whispers and so she makes you repeat yourself until you are practically yelling embarrassing numbers across the room for the whole world to hear. I'm not saying that happened to me or anything.
Then they bring you to a small room without even 4 year old magazines to entertain you, make you undress, and leave you there for another 10 or 45 minutes.
Anyways, all that to say that this particular experience was delightful, because I went to a different doctor right near my house. In fact, it's right next door to my favorite Mexican restaurant, making it delightfully convenient to get a physical and cheese dip in one fell swoop. (note: I looked up that saying because I wasn't sure if it was "one fail swoop" or "one fell swoop." Turns out it is "fell" - not that either makes any sense)
This doctor's office was completely empty. Which makes me wonder if doctor's offices are like restaurants. Anytime we go try a new restaurant and it's empty when I walk in, I can feel the dread in the pit of my stomach and the voice in my head screaming "retreat." Unfortunately, it's impossible to sneak out unnoticed since, well, you're the only ones in there . . . But I digress. The empty doctor's office, on the other hand, led to the voice in my head singing 'hallelujah.' (Just to clarify, I dont actually "hear voices" - this is all for dramatic effect).
Verdict is that I have a sinus infection. I got my drugs and should be feeling better soon. At least that's the plan.
The other verdict is that we are switching to this doctor for sure. Although I was slightly disturbed because when I was checking out I heard somebody else come in and tell the lady at the front desk they were there for a "bad rash." I didn't think anything of it until I walked out and saw the only person in the waiting room was one of the waiters from my favorite Mexican restaurant. Luckily I am not one to be deterred from chips and cheese from something as
As a matter of fact, I think I will eat there tonight.