Monthly Archives:January 2009

Here are the top 3 reasons why I hate going the doctor, in no specific order.

1.  When the nurse pokes her head out of the door to the waiting room and calls my name.  They never, ever, EVER say my name correctly.  It is not entirely their fault, most people don’t know how to get the accent above the e.  The one that kills me the most is when they call out, “door.”  Every head in the waiting room turns to see who could possibly have the name “door.”  First of all, come on people, seriously, “door?”  Who in the world would name their kid “door?”  Second of all, if you have to make a guess, wouldn’t “dori” be a much better guess than “door?”  Seriously, nurses, you make me nervous.  (I don’t know why I put door in parenthesis, it just seemed right).

2.  Getting weighed.  I really don’t want to know how much I weigh.  I already know it is too much.  And why do they always say, “no, you can keep your shoes on.”  I mean they are 99% of the time women who should understand that the weight of your shoes does matter!  That 1/2 pound, matters!  I always take mine off even if they look annoyed that I am wasting their time.  Well guess what, you just wasted my time for how long I had to wait in the waiting room.  Deal with it.  I am taking the 1/2 pound.

3.  When the nurse leaves the room and says, “get undressed and put this robe on.”  Okay, I hate this!  I sit there and go back in forth in my mind.  Do I have to get birthday suit undressed or can I leave some things on?  How undressed does the doctor need me to be?  Can I just take my shirt off?  What if the doctor comes in and I have taken way too much off?  It makes me sweat.  I never have good judgement in situations like this.  I usually leave feeling mortified.