I really don't like my Dr. First, the wait in the waiting room is usually about 45 minutes past my appointment time.
Next, they call my name and lead me to the business office to lecture me about a bunch of freaking bills from 10 years ago that I think I paid already.
After that, it's on to the weigh in & escort to the exam room. The nurse was asking me about what's going on and I really couldn't talk because I was going to cry. Blood pressure and temp all OK. Now for the ordeal.
It's kind of like getting on the airplane, how you think that you're actually going somewhere, then you end up spending the rest of the day sitting on the airplane on some God-forsaken tarmac somewhere.
After about an hour pacing around a closet-sized room feeling crazy, getting angrier and angrier every minute, he finally shows up and wonders what my problem is! Sometimes I think I get sicker at the Doctor's than if I didn't go at all!!
Then there's a couple remarks about my weight, then a long barrage of questions that have had the same answers for the past 10 years: "How's your wife?" "How are the kids?" "What's going on with your mother?" "Why doesn't your mother speak to you?" "Does she speak to your brother?" "Does she speak to God?" "Do you go to church?" "Why don't you go to xxx [different church name every time]?"
Then either, "Why don't you have your children go to a different school because their school is no good?" or "Your children are going to a really good school. You should be happy about that!"
DOC: "How's your job going?" ME: It sucks.
DOC: "Why?" ME: I dunno. I'm bored with it. I think I will quit.
DOC: "I don't think it's a good idea for you to quit." ME: Well, I don't think it's a good idea either, but I feel like quitting.
DOC: "How about the people you work with?" ME: All the decent people got fired & I might get fired too.
DOC: "Are you feeling sorry for yourself?" ME: Maybe. I dunno.
Then he asks me why I stopped taking my medicine. I tell him how that it doesn't seem to help any so if I'm going to be depressed all the time & be sad anyway, I'll just not take it.
Then he tells me that I'll just get worse if I don't take my medicine.
Then he writes out the scripts. Sometimes it's for the same stuff, other times (like this last time) he'll write something new. If it's something new I tell him that I won't take it if it's not on the Wal-Mart list.
DOC: "The medicine you need isn't on the Wal-Mart list."
ME: I can't afford it if it isn't.
On and on it goes with minor variations.