ugly.
i have a story which i would like to share:
Today, my mother and I went to the Dr.'s office to have my throat swabbed for strep. There was an extremely cute boy in the waiting room who was in THE most adorable outfit... this cozy sweater and clog-like shoes.. i don't know. he made it work-but i digress. Wait, no i don't. that's related. he kept smiling at all of these children that were coming in and i was smiling and my GOD it was like we were married except my mom was there and we were surrounded by germs and we didn't talk... maybe that's what it's like to be married though, what do i know? but suddenly i realized that things were getting insane. the room was like, FILLED with little children and their mothers who would go up to the counter and NOT stop using their baby voices so they'd be like, "hi there, i'm here for Joey's appointment with Dr. Bix, ok? ok? mmmm googoo. yeah. we're gonna have an appointment, YES we are! YES we are! awwww... you don't like appointments? that's ok... it'll be fast. yeah, joey might have chicken pox" etc. so that was weird. and then this nurse came out and said my name and my mom and i left my husband and our children forever. we went into the room and i explained i wanted to have a strep culture and the nurse got out a gown like i was there for radiation or something (but i decided not to put it on). then Dr. Bix came in and had no idea who i was or that she's my doctor... that was fun. Ok. this is where the story picks up: she swabbed my throat and was like, "it should take about five minutes, just wait here" (she literally said that. "five minutes".) my mom and i waited and waited and waited and i just kept getting more and more depressed about college stuff. seriously. leave me in a small room with my mom for forty-five minutes (and yes, it was forty-five minutes) and we inevitably start talking about college and the sats and other AH factors. ok. forty-five minutes after we were told to wait five and the nurse comes in and goes: "you're still HERE???? oh my GOD! Wait... what? STREP!" and then she turned and RAN out of the room. so we waited again. this time, probably only five minutes. when she came back she was like, "your test was negative.. sorry... paper work explosion... and.. ha. we forgot about you-imsorry! hang on and Dr. Bix will come back and talk to you". ten more minutes. then Dr. Bix came in and said, "you're test was negative. go home and get well!" as if the nurse hadn't just told us that. as if we really needed to wait those ten extra minutes to hear it from her. as if the "go home and get well" was a vital prescription we needed to receive. so then we finally left. we walked through the completely abandoned waiting room (everyone had left for lunch) and got in our car and went to starbucks. the end.
Today, my mother and I went to the Dr.'s office to have my throat swabbed for strep. There was an extremely cute boy in the waiting room who was in THE most adorable outfit... this cozy sweater and clog-like shoes.. i don't know. he made it work-but i digress. Wait, no i don't. that's related. he kept smiling at all of these children that were coming in and i was smiling and my GOD it was like we were married except my mom was there and we were surrounded by germs and we didn't talk... maybe that's what it's like to be married though, what do i know? but suddenly i realized that things were getting insane. the room was like, FILLED with little children and their mothers who would go up to the counter and NOT stop using their baby voices so they'd be like, "hi there, i'm here for Joey's appointment with Dr. Bix, ok? ok? mmmm googoo. yeah. we're gonna have an appointment, YES we are! YES we are! awwww... you don't like appointments? that's ok... it'll be fast. yeah, joey might have chicken pox" etc. so that was weird. and then this nurse came out and said my name and my mom and i left my husband and our children forever. we went into the room and i explained i wanted to have a strep culture and the nurse got out a gown like i was there for radiation or something (but i decided not to put it on). then Dr. Bix came in and had no idea who i was or that she's my doctor... that was fun. Ok. this is where the story picks up: she swabbed my throat and was like, "it should take about five minutes, just wait here" (she literally said that. "five minutes".) my mom and i waited and waited and waited and i just kept getting more and more depressed about college stuff. seriously. leave me in a small room with my mom for forty-five minutes (and yes, it was forty-five minutes) and we inevitably start talking about college and the sats and other AH factors. ok. forty-five minutes after we were told to wait five and the nurse comes in and goes: "you're still HERE???? oh my GOD! Wait... what? STREP!" and then she turned and RAN out of the room. so we waited again. this time, probably only five minutes. when she came back she was like, "your test was negative.. sorry... paper work explosion... and.. ha. we forgot about you-imsorry! hang on and Dr. Bix will come back and talk to you". ten more minutes. then Dr. Bix came in and said, "you're test was negative. go home and get well!" as if the nurse hadn't just told us that. as if we really needed to wait those ten extra minutes to hear it from her. as if the "go home and get well" was a vital prescription we needed to receive. so then we finally left. we walked through the completely abandoned waiting room (everyone had left for lunch) and got in our car and went to starbucks. the end.