3. The door. The nurse who comes to get you from the waiting room ALWAYS opens a door, looks down at her folder, and calls your name. What is behind the door is just a hallway, and it leads to the rooms. Why is it necessary to have a door there? Yesterday at the doctor, someone left the door open for a few minutes when they left, and I felt some kind of special privelege being able to see inside. The next patient to leave promptly shut it, because we all know that door isn’t supposed to be open.
Because school is out, I have time to go to those necessary appointments that I normally don’t have time for. For example: the doctor, the dentist.
I spent three hours on Wednesday at the dentist getting my teeth cleaned and getting cavities that I’ve had for a while but haven’t wanted to have filled done. Then, on Thursday, I went for my annual doctor’s appointment, because apparently blood work alone isn’t enough for a refill on a routine prescription. While I was at those appointments, I made a few observations…
Mind you, the observations that I had while at the dentist were while I was under the influence of laughing gas (and wearing a super attractive green rubber nose).
1. Doctors offices need you to come in more than you need to go in a lot of the time. They want your money. They want to look at you, tell you you’re fine, and then charge you and your insurance for your visit.
2. The dentist talks while her hands are in your mouth, and sometimes she says things that render responses. Why? It is completely impossible to respond. My dentist even made some political statement, to which I disagreed, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
3. Am I the only one in the world that doesn’t floss every day? I feel like they scream flossing at me, but I’m not convinced I’m the only one who doesn’t do it. Does it really make that much of a difference? It’s so time consuming!
4. Laughing gas makes me think and feel the strangest things. I was dying to cross my legs the entire time, but I was convinced they would think I was strange. I continued feeling as though there was drool running down my face, but EVERY time (yes, three times) that I went to wipe it away, there was nothing. And third, I always feel like they’re thinking laughing at me for being happy with the laughing gas.
Anyways, I had more observations, but I of course can’t remember them now. Do these ring a bell? Are there any other standards for doctor/dentist visits that I’m missing?
It’s Friday! Have a wonderful weekend! I have fun plans to help a friend with wedding crafts, and eat out Friday and Saturday night with different couples! Can’t wait!