The Doctor

I have never really discovered why, but for some reason, I hate the doctors office and hospitals. I dislike the doctor less though, because check-ups are mandatory for sports physicals. I went to the doctor today, and it was a stressful experience. First of all, I had to leave straight from swim practice, so my hair was dripping down my back like waves of ice. Then, I got lost on the way. If you know me, this is natural, but that does not mean it isn't frustrating. I found my way there eventually and checked in with minutes to spare. So I started reading a magazine. And kept reading it over and over...what was taking so long? My appointment had been 15 minutes ago! I usually wouldn't mind, but tonight, I had lots of homework! Finally, I was led to a room, told to explain my symptoms, and left to wait for the actual doctor to come. I leaned my head back against the smooth wall, ignored the smells of sanitizer and plastic coating the room, and almost fell asleep. The room was the perfect temperature, my hair was no longer shocking me with its cold, and the chair was pretty comfortable...The door came open with a resounding click, giving me just enough time to lift my head and pretend that I hadn't actually been drifting off. The doctor talked to me, listened to my lungs, and informed me I had bronchitis. Great. Well, at least I was able to find my way back home.