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MQAblog 03.01.05 (Yesterday)
03.02.05...On todays trip to the Doctors I learned that "Waiting
Room" means what it says. When I talked to the receptionist last
week she said that since I was a new patient there would be
paperwork to fill out. She said it would take an hour and she was
right. It's not that they asked a lot of different questions. They
just asked the same ones over and over.
I picked up the forms earlier in the day and filled them out between
a haircut and a stop by the apartment. Figured I would save time.
I arrived at the office about a half hour before my appointment.
Maybe since I was so punctual they could just slip me in to see the
doc a little early.
Naa. I gave them my forms and they very nicely said that I should
make myself comfortable. So, I waited in the waiting room for
what seemed like an eternity. (I would learn the true meaning of
eternity later). Then I got my weight (182) and eyes (2) checked in
the hallway. I was sure hoping any further examinations would be
out of the view of the lobby.
Next I was lead to a room that can only be described as a ....
bathroom. Yep, time to pee in the little Dixie cup. I had just gone
before they called me in so I was kind of concerned. But once I got
going I could have stayed all day. Too bad there were no
magazines to read. Probably to avoid confusion.
The next stop was the examination room. I sat there for a long
time. A verrrrrry long time. A lifetime of doctor anxiety brought to
it's peak. My life flashing before my eyes in a minute. For minute
after minute. My eyes scanned the room for some distraction. I
wound up spending nearly an hour looking at 4 particular items in
the room. A very well done poster on breast exams, a locked box
with a picture of a red needle on it, some pointy looking plastic
tubes and (gulp) boxes of latex gloves. Let me tell you, it was an
incredibly long 45 minutes. And I had to pee again.
Finally the doctor came in. I shook his hand. Good - small hands,
small fingers. He said my urine looked good. (never heard that
before - never thought I would be happy to hear it). He asked me
if anything in particular was bothering me. When I said no he said
that because of my age and good heath no, um, intrusive exam was
needed. (He did say that "We'll save that for next year". Oh boy!!
It's like having a second Christmas!)
He did check my ears, nose and throat. (No scary "ummmm"
sounds so I think it went well). He poked me in the belly a couple
times. Checked my pulse, blood pressure and reflexes. (Those
knee hammers still look the same and still work). I had to breath in
and out. Then again, Again. Once more. Again. Then I was done.
The office staff were a lot quicker getting me out of there. Right
this way sir to the cash register. It was actually pretty inexpensive
and the people there were very nice. I was also in a better mood by
then too (and suddenly hungry).
And while I may not look forward to next years check up as much
as Christmas - I certainly will dread it less than I did today.
I made it in and out of the doctors office alive!
I guess, after all, that is the point.
Supreme Court Strikes Down Death Penalty for Juveniles
proudly remove its name
from the embarrassing
list of human rights
violators that includes
China, Iran and
Pakistan, nations that
still execute juvenile
offenders,"
Amnesty International
bids
fans
farewell
to order an American citizen jailed indefinitely
PLACE IN CREATION
OUT!
