This may come as a shock to you because it appears that I subsist on wine and chocolate, but I don’t actually get sick that much (knocks furiously on wood). While I’ve gone to specialty docs like the eye doctor or dentist or gyno, I haven’t been to a general practitioner since I moved to my current location a 2.5 years ago.
But last week, when there was definitely some a-hem, burning and bladder pain, I knew I probably had a UTI and had to go to the doctor for antibiotics. Not only because webmd convinced me that my kidneys were about to explode, but facetiming with Boyfriend was kind of like this:
So I chose a random doctor and made an appointment for 9:30 am on Tuesday. I should note that I’m also SUPER busy at work right now, so my priority was to get in, pee in a cup, get my antibiotics, and skedaddle to work. (Yes, I say skedaddle. No, I do not appreciate your judgment.)
The doctor, on the other hand, had a different agenda. Now, I get that because I am a new patient they have to ask SOME medical history questions, but they practice “whole patient care” and let’s just say it’s a little extreme.
Fuck me. After going through the basics (which I answered without a problem), he got a bit nosy.
|I swear he really said that.|
Of course, this happened.
|I swear all these were asked. And this is just the tip of the iceberg.|
Guys, if I wanted to be interrogated, I would have called my mom. And given her one word non-answers too.
And THEN the condescending jerkface said this:
|You know, for another fun check up to talk about our feelings and maybe some potential pet names.|
|Did I mention I don't take well to guilt tripping or shaming??|
And that’s how I got over my UTI.
Linking up with blog bash! It's hard to pick a FAVORITE post - I like this one a lot though!