No, I do NOT feel fine!
No, no, NO! I don't WANNA get dragged to the doctor! I have enough trouble avoiding my other ones with the other problems I have! Now that my general practictioner has skipped town, we've been assigned a new doc (didn't even get to say good-bye either), and I don't know how this one works or does things. Walk-ins? Monday through friday? The hell? I still don't want to go! The wait is like THREE FRICKIN HOURS? I could get into Ebert's in like, not even five minutes! Waaaah, Ebert, come baaaack.
I'll write about how it was decided that I was going to the doctor in the first place later. The wait is long, and the walk in time will end soon. And I need to finish getting dressed.
Razzin' frazzin' my hair isn't even washed, I look like SHIT and I'm going to go meet the new doctor...I can't even TALK for crying out loud...
I'll write about how it was decided that I was going to the doctor in the first place later. The wait is long, and the walk in time will end soon. And I need to finish getting dressed.
Razzin' frazzin' my hair isn't even washed, I look like SHIT and I'm going to go meet the new doctor...I can't even TALK for crying out loud...