I hate the doctor.

So I called in sick for work and went to the doctor. I didn’t see my usual doctor as she seems to always be completely booked with patient, but whatever. I felt somewhat okay going to the doctor I was confident that this time I am not dying and I didn’t even really have a long wait time.

Now I always have a distinct image of how a doctor should look, and it is very cliche and so not even how doctors look. (you would think that since I work in a doctor office this image would go away, it hasn’t) I was somewhat taken off balanced when in comes a pint sized person with make up and heels.
I am not taking about cute little kitten heels that you can actually walk in, no I’m talking about 5 inch ‘in da club’ heels. I dismiss this because I’m just like ‘hey do it if ya can’ she goes about checking me, but im stiff because a person I don’t know is touching me and this makes me uncomfortable.

So I need throat cultures because I have pocket of puss on my tonsils, (gross!) so she needs to swab them with a long q-tip. She doesn’t swab them however, if feels like she is just poking and prodding trying to check my gag reflex and I finally pull her hand away because ‘hey I don’t like that.’ she apologizes but doesn’t look sorry and I apologize to because that is just how this goes. She gives me a Rx because I need antibiotics and tells me to take the cultures to the lab and get blood drawn.

That’s fine.

I check in at the lab and wait for my number to be called which once again does not take very long when I walk in the guy doesn’t acknowledge me too busy gossiping with the other guy there. I am polite and casually clear my throat. I get a death glare because I just interrupted his conversation, he sighs and starts to get out the supplies needed. This does not deter me, I remain polite and ask about his day, I am ignored. I comply with his instructons he gives and he sticks the needle in a bit rough and I flinch because that hurts, and he murmurs under his breath ‘oh god, don’t cry’. I take offense because I am not gonna cry so I respond ‘my eyes are dry’ he gives me another glare takes the filled vial of blood out and jams in another one once again roughly I flinch and I think I see him hold back a smile.

I should have reported him or something but I didn’t want to be ‘that girl’

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You better get out of my mouth before you start talking to me!

So last thursday I went to the dentist, and despite the fact that I havent been to the dentist in about a decade it wasnt so bad. a couple cleanings and 2 fillings was all this lady needed (Thank you Sweet Apple Pie in the Sky).

The dentist was recommended to me by a friend and I thought ‘What the hell I got insurance now I should probably use it’. The dentist office was actually very nice and was very thorough. They believe in a overall health practice where your teeth attributes to other health problems. Everything went great but…

There was just one problem.

Now I know I don’t usually come off as ‘friendly’ or ‘nice’ when people first meet me, so it’s refreshing when people talk to you and seem genuinely interested in things you have to say, but do you really have to do it when I have my mouth wide open? I can’t really respond when I have to hold still for x-rays. I can’t tell you about my day when your measuring my gums and I have to keep still. You should’nt ask questions about my wedding when your knuckle deep in my mouth.

Is it just me who has a problem with this?

I don’t mind you talking to me, but when I can’t answer those questions because the body part I use to answer those questions is occupied does that make me look rude?

I have enough problems with that, thank you very much.