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I've never liked to go for a doctor's visit. I'm always nervous and I always over dress. I feel like I am going to be on display. I worry about everything from having bad breath to ' is the skin on my elbows too rough'. I'm just not an up close and personal type of woman. I don't like to be poked and prodded even if that is what I pay them for.

And I hate the waiting. However I do go for my regular check ups.But after my last visit, it may be my last visit.Allow me to elaborate on my not so pleasant experience at my doctor's office the other day.

After a very short wait in the main waiting room they called my name and then put me in a white room with a chair, a cabinet with a small sink, a rolling stool and an exam table. Now this sounds pretty normal so far doesn't it? I thought so too.The next logical step would have been that after a wait of no less than twenty minutes, the doctor would come through the door with my chart in hand.He didn't. Thirty minutes crawled by and still no one came. Each time I heard a voice outside my door I would cough or clear my throat really loud.

in case they had forgotten me.but still no one came. Forty minutes elapsed. I could feel the hair on my legs starting to grow back. I just knew that I was going to sweat, even though the thermostat was set to ten below zero.

Was my mascara smudged? Did I have lipstick on my teeth? I pulled up my shirt just to make sure I had worn my good bra. I looked down at my toes peeking out from my sandals. 'Ohhhhh! my toes are turning blue. I need to see a doctor,' I thought. Then I remembered that I had used some of my granddaughter's nail polish. Funny, it had looked pink last night though.

Finally after an hour of this unmitigated torture, I marched to the door and opened it a crack and stuck my head out. "May I please go to the bathroom?" I squeaked to the lady sitting at the desk nearby.She said of course and that I would be the next patient seen by the doctor.

And, sure enough, she was wrong. I returned from the bathroom and sat down to wait some more. I counted the cotton balls in the jar on the table.

I rearranged the tongue depressors in the cup. I took out all the rubber gloves and refolded them and returned them to the box. I memorized the emergency fire exit map on the wall. I memorized the eye chart.

( I can now pass an eye exam from way across the street, if the need should ever arise.).I read the notice taped to the door. Do Not Sit Or Play On Rolling Stool! Hmmm. Defiantly I sat down on it.

That felt good. So I sat on it again, rolled myself across the room and then spun it round and round and round. It made me get dizzy and sick to my stomach.

Guess that's why they said don't do that!.Now I don't claim to be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even I know this is not your normal waiting time in a doctor's office.I was becoming more and more agitated by the minute. I climbed up onto the exam table and mussed the pillow and wrinkled the paper sheet. I paced the floor. I chewed a whole pack of gum.

I made a game of seeing how many pieces I could get into my mouth at one time. I looked at the clock again. I had been in this windowless, five by seven room for exactly one hour and forty seven minutes. Broken and exhausted, I finally sank back into my chair, wound my hands in my hair and began to rock back and forth humming to myself, "Noooo--boddddy knooows the tru--ble I see.

".The door opened and the doctor came in, looking around the room in an odd way. "I am so sorry you had to wait so long," he apologized."Oh that's quite alright, it wasn't a problem.

" I lied through my teeth, hoping he wouldn't notice the claw marks on the inside of the door. (boy, I can be so phony sometimes all in the name of good manners).After he checked my vitals, banged me on my knee with the hammer, stuck the ice-cold stethoscope to my back, he wrote something in my chart. Then he informed me that I needed a B12 shot. "And maybe something for that cough," he added.

"Wait here and I'll be right back" he said heading toward the door.This was more than I could bear. I flung myself to the floor, latched onto his ankle with a death grip and began to sob. "Don't leave me in here again. I can't take this room anymore I screamed as he walked down the hall, dragging me behind him, attached like a third limb to his ankle. He looked at his nurse and shook his head.

He whispered something to her, then handed her my chart.'"Where would you prefer the shot, Dear? in the arm or hip?" the nurse asked."Right here in the hall," I said.I didn't care if she stuck it in my eye.so long as I didn't have to go back into That Room! Ever Again!.Studies have been concluded, and it is now a scientifically proven fact that waiting two hours in a white room will make you crazy.

.Leeuna Foster is a Marketing Strategist, Author and Poet. She has been writing for two decades and her short fiction and poetry have won several national and regional awards. She is also a member of SouthernHumorists.

com If you enjoy Southern humor, visit her website: http://www.southernfriedwriters.com.

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