I haven't seen a primary physician in at least two years so I kinda forgot about the mind-numbing two-hour wait to see a doctor even though you showed up at least an hour before your appointment.
So I whipped out my phone and played multiple games, gradually realizing that the buttons on my Blackberry make it impossible to spell words and that I royally suck when it comes to poker. 2.5 hours after I walk into the clinic and having to spend 1.5 of those hours having to listen to 2 Cuban ladies talk nonstop (literally, I don't think they took even one breath), I finally get to meet my doctor: a chatty 60-something Catholic man with a big nose, Jewish last name, and a habit of leaning back on his chair and taking off his glasses when he told a story...which he did a lot of.
A while later, I get to learn about his political views, his family, his cancer, and am only able to remember 2 of his 3 cars (all of which he's managed to do damage to). Fun guy. I get to give him my blood in about twenty minutes now.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
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