I got to go to the doctor yesterday.
I had been worried that they were going to be mean to me, but then decided that it really wasn't fair of me to make assumptions about people I've never met in a place where I have never been. And the more I thought about it, to be honest, it seems like a lot of the people who work in the health care industry don't like their jobs and come off cold--no matter who you are.
The population on the town's sign was two-hundred something, I was impressed, that's less people than where we live, 42.2 miles away. The town was cute, I can't help it, I love all the little towns here, with their old-timey brick buildings, it's charming and makes you feel like you've stepped back in time, and...they're lovely and I always hope that they never tear them down and replace them with ugly modern crap.
Anyway, it was a typical medical office. The people weren't super friendly, but they weren't mean to me either. The doctor was great and gave me lots of prescriptions, so, I'm going to get to breathe properly and comfortably again. And I might be able to get some of them for free, can't beat that with a bat. Too bad she doesn't like working there and is quitting, I really liked her.
I have to go back to have blood work and my follow up to make sure I'm getting better. They were pretty thorough about my whole health and I was surprised and relieved.
They also told me I need to lose five pounds, but since they did such a good job with me, we'll just let that go.