So I just got home from the most awkward doctor's visit anyone could ever have. There I am just sitting on the stool chatting away to Mr Duffy, in no clothes in particular. I never dress up to go to the doctor, who would? You are sick. I am sick. Anyway, so I had never had this certain physician before, and I assumed it was an old woman who was almost grey who would check my blood pressure, listen to my chest, and write me a prescription for amoxcicyllian. That is what usually happens. But no, on this fine cold winter day at approximately 2:30 pm, a character of a different sort came in to my room. I told Shane Duffy I had to go and I would call him right back, and there in front of me stood the most attractive 29 year old male doctor I have ever had practice medicine on me before. He said hello and I said what's your name? I will not give out his name to protect his right of privacy.
Then I had to proceed to tell this cute doctor all about how I had diarrhea for a half an hour this morning because I ate really bad take out. I mean, do you know what it is like to tell someone you have diarrhea, much less tell someone who looks like they should be on Young and The Restless, and not taking care of snot nosed children at a doctor's office in clifton. So he asked me other things, and then asked if I had any lower abdominal pain, and I suppose the way I answered the question was weird because he asked me why I answered it with that tone of voice. Then I explained to him that I really needed to make an appointment with the gynocoligist but he couldn't help me with that. And lucky enough for me he told me he was not only a pediatrician, but he also praacticed OBGYN as well! So we made it a two in one visit right there in that room where rainbow dinosaurs hung out on the wallpaper. JUST KIDDING. Haha.
I asked *Roger* how old he was and he said he was 29, I told him he looked like he was 24. (I just kept babbling. I thought the situation was really funny and decided to make the most of it?") He said thank you and told me thought he was balding, and I said "Na, you just wear your hair like my 18 year old gay roommate!" hahahah. Like it was okay for me to say that to my doctor? I told him I hoped he didn't think I was mean and he said no and thought I was funny.
Oh, by the way. All of this happened while I was wearing a gay pride shirt that reads "Some Chicks Marry Chicks, Get Over It."
So my new doctor must think I am some weird lesbian freak who has diarrhea all the time and is awkward. Score.
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