Doctor's Office

Yesterday I had a doctor's appointment.

I hate going to the doctor.

I hate getting a pap smear.

But I went.

I checked in.

Waited about 4 minutes and was called in.

This great I thought.

No waiting.

The nurse did her thing, weight ( another thing I hate), height, and BP.

She took out "the gown".

Told me to undress and put in on.

Then she left.

I did what she told me.

Got up on the table and waited.

And waited.

I looked around for something to read.

Nothing, only signs on the walls.

Signs that did not make me feel to comfortable.

Examples--Have your moles change lately?

These are some examples of moles that might be skin cancer.

So here I am nude, except for "the gown" and I can see most of my moles.

I start thinking-" Is this what they always looked like?

Have they changed?

OMG do have cancer?

I stop looking and notice another sign on the wall.

This one was on a container.

"Warning--punctures from these objects can be fatal"

FATAL?!!!!

I notice that the container is filled with needles.

Now the rational me is saying it's the AIDS thing BUT,

the little kid in me is saying--

"Told you shots were bad!"

That's it.

I am outta here.

I start to stand up and the doctor comes in.

The exam went well--even the PAP.

When she was done she asked if I had any questions.

I answered, " Why aren't there any magazines in here?"