So I went to the doctor’s yesterday and I remembered why I don’t like going to there, among the millions of other reasons I could list off the top of my head. Everywhere you turn you feel like you’re breathing nothing but germs and other yucky stuff. In the elevator. In the tiny little room [...]
So I went to the doctor’s yesterday and I remembered why I don’t like going to there, among the millions of other reasons I could list off the top of my head. Everywhere you turn you feel like you’re breathing nothing but germs and other yucky stuff. In the elevator. In the tiny little room they put you in. In the waiting room. Nevermind that the people in the waiting room may be as healthy as you…and the hospital’s air filtration system is nothing but top-notch…but it is a hospital, after all, and you can’t help but think that these other people around you are deathly ill and ridden with some sort of contagious disease. And you have to breathe, so you keep breathing in this germ-infested air.
I’m not sure what has driven me to create such dilusions. Perhaps it was when I was a kid…and all the pamphlets at the hospital had pictures of the germs…and the germs had hands, feet, and evil grins on their faces. And they were green.
I am happy to report that I’m feeling a whole lot better than I was the other day. After 30 minutes and a $15 co-pay, I’m not any more enlightened than I was before. Thank you, Doctor, for your advice to keep taking pain meds and applying heat (i.e. things I’m already doing). Your vast knowledge and years of education really helped me figure out this otherwise baffling episode of neck and back pain. Oh, and how could I forget the most significant of your advice…when you told me to take it easy and not do any strenuous work or heavy lifting…why, that was sheer genius if I do say so myself. Why didn’t I think of that?! Oh yeah…that’s right…you have the “M.D.” after your name.