Normal People: I beg you, get medical degrees!

Now that I'm living in a new city, I have new doctors. Today was my first visit with this particular doctor. The office was incredibly difficult to find and when I walked into the waiting room, I immediately turned around and walked back out to peer at the sign and confirm I was in the correct place. I had been very confused when I saw the waiting room was completely jam-packed with senior citizens. I thought perhaps this doctor specialized in senior care. Old as I feel working with the number of young people I do, I'm still not a senior citizen. Regardless, I was in the correct place so I proceeded to the weird little frosted glass window and waited until someone could give me the time of day.

I filled out my paperwork and waited patiently. While my 10:00 a.m. appointment crawled its way to an 11:00 a.m. invite to the exam room, I was able to listen to one elderly couple discuss its disgust and disliking of the show on the TV. Oh geez do they hate "The View." They went on and on, declaring that "The Today Show" was far superior to "this talking head crap." Sadly, we were, in fact, watching "The Today Show." When they realized this, they quickly went on to state that "Regis and Kathy Ripa" was their preference.

When I met the doctor, she entered the room med student in tow. Seriously, what is it with me and med students? We all remember the fiasco that was the purple gemstone in my ear. Well, I've done it again. I've found another meddling med student to make my day just a little bit more uncomfortable.

The doctor examined me as if I were a used car she was considering purchasing. She kicked my tires, honked my horn, rolled the windows up and down and tested the radio. Appointments like this are always humiliating. It almost feels like an audition. Am I a worthy enough patient? What kind of backward health care system is this anyway? Shouldn't I, the patient or customer, get to interview doctors to see who I think would provide the best care? Nope. I had to wait three months to even meet this doctor and now she's got a med student circling me, taking notes like an art student examining a famous sculpture for the first time.

When the doctor left the med student with me to explain how to take the medication (which, by the way is easy enough that I am sure I could train my dog to do it), I was lucky enough to get to see the med student's entire butt crack. All went sour from here. The med student actually made a joke about my condition, implying that mine was worse and more unappealing than that of other patients. This gave me that warm and fuzzy feeling, making me want to stay awhile with my new gal pal and swap stories! Unfortunately, I was off to work to be judged by other people, whose butt cracks I don't get to see regularly.

Did I mention I got a ticket today for a breaking a traffic law I'm not sure exists? Again with the warm and fuzzy feeling!
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