So I went to the doctor again. I wanted to get my cholesterol and everything checked since I haven't done it in a while. Heck, I feel like I'm falling apart. I look like Robocop at the gym... knee brace, wrist brace. Anyhoo, so this is a different doctor. My general/family practice doctor.
Doctor: "So have you finished law school?"
Me: "Yes."
Doctor: "How old are you now?"
Me: "33"
Doctor: "And how about your boyfriend?"
Me: "What boyfriend? I have two jobs. I don't have time to find a boyfriend."
Doctor: "Oh no. 33 and no boyfriend? You're doomed!"
Ok, she didn't say I was doomed, but something to that effect. Maybe she knows something I don't know, like I'm gonna die next week. But really, what's with these ladies? They're like relatives the way they talk to me. "Oooh... gaining weight" or "What? Still no boyfriend?" Maybe I should take it as a compliment that they feel comfortable around me or something?
So anyway, my visit is done and I have to pay my co-pay. They do not take credit card, so I hand over all but $1 in my wallet. At this point, it is 12:30 p.m. and I haven't eaten since 7:30 p.m. the day before. If you know me, this can't be good. Now I have no money to go to the nearest drive thru. She actually offers to let me keep some money so I am not completely without, which was nice, but I passed. I drove to a drive thru ATM and figured I'd just drive home and get something near home. As I was getting on the freeway, I really thought I might pass out. No food, subtract three vials of blood, and I'm ready to conk out. Luckily I didn't, but I was a very short-tempered driver.
Doctor: "So have you finished law school?"
Me: "Yes."
Doctor: "How old are you now?"
Me: "33"
Doctor: "And how about your boyfriend?"
Me: "What boyfriend? I have two jobs. I don't have time to find a boyfriend."
Doctor: "Oh no. 33 and no boyfriend? You're doomed!"
Ok, she didn't say I was doomed, but something to that effect. Maybe she knows something I don't know, like I'm gonna die next week. But really, what's with these ladies? They're like relatives the way they talk to me. "Oooh... gaining weight" or "What? Still no boyfriend?" Maybe I should take it as a compliment that they feel comfortable around me or something?
So anyway, my visit is done and I have to pay my co-pay. They do not take credit card, so I hand over all but $1 in my wallet. At this point, it is 12:30 p.m. and I haven't eaten since 7:30 p.m. the day before. If you know me, this can't be good. Now I have no money to go to the nearest drive thru. She actually offers to let me keep some money so I am not completely without, which was nice, but I passed. I drove to a drive thru ATM and figured I'd just drive home and get something near home. As I was getting on the freeway, I really thought I might pass out. No food, subtract three vials of blood, and I'm ready to conk out. Luckily I didn't, but I was a very short-tempered driver.
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