It's like taking your car in to get your squeaky brakes checked out; then ending up needing a new transmission.
They always find something wrong.
By necessity, though, I had to find one to get an issue taken care of (not herpes). Based on some information I gave during my first visit, she suggested to me I get some bloodwork and poo samples done.
By necessity, though, I had to find one to get an issue taken care of (not herpes). Based on some information I gave during my first visit, she suggested to me I get some bloodwork and poo samples done.
Today, I went in to get the results of said bloodwork. The weird thing though, is when they called me in, they didn't take me to one of the normal exam rooms for adults. Instead, I was led down the hall and to the left -- into one of the rooms they'd normally reserve for pediatrics.
The chairs were shorter, the bed was closer to the ground, there were children's books and a small table with toys to keep the kids preoccupied while the doctor prepares a shot using the biggest needle in all of existence, even though he swore to you he wasn't going to use needles that day.
You fucking liar.
And there was a chalkboard. I assume kids still like drawing on chalkboards. I never did. Only thing I liked doing was using the erasers and banging them together in people's faces.
I was kind of a douchy kid.
On a chalkboard for kids, I'd expect to see shitty drawings of farm animals and people, or the remnants of a game of Hangman -- things like that. What I didn't expect to find was this:
One, two, Freddy's coming for you.
I'll take Creepiest Fucking Things You Could Ever See in a Doctor's Office for four hundred, Alex.


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