I was supposed to tell you about the event I attended in this post.
It was the launch of Eden BodyWorks products.
But I'm going to direct you over to Naturally Nicky's post because she did a superb job of recapping the event!
I had a fabulous time hugging all of my favorite bloggers!
Instead, you are going to read about my latest adventure at the dr's office.
Without going into unnecessary details, I was referred to an endocrinologist through my insurance company.
(Don't worry, I'm fine.)
I go to the appointment early.
I notice there are A LOT of elderly people in the waiting room.
I'm not judging.
I'm just saying.
I'm 36 years old.
I didn't ask questions.
I just sat and waited.
And listened to an older couple argue about the husband not wearing his depends the night before.
Still, I sat.
And smiled.
All while questioning if I'm in the right place.
Still, I sat.
Still, I sat.
Finally, my name is called.
I chat with the nurse for a bit.
Then I wait.
All of a sudden, I see the door slowly widen and I hear this slight yet creepy "eeeee" noise.
Then I see a WALKER enter the room before I see a body.
The DOCTOR is on a walker!
A WALKER!
African Jacket(worn backwards): Gifted by Key!
Jeans: Forever 21
Heels: Steve Madden
Bag: Zara
So, the doctor wheels in the room.
I had to actually help him sit on the stool.
He immediately says, "People think my brain is broken. It's just my hip."
I say, "Ummm, hi, my name is Reiko?"
I say my name with a question mark because I felt like I was being PUNKED!
He was not the least bit interested in knowing my name.
The doctor looks like a cross between Mr. Burns from The Simpsons and "Baby's" daddy from Dirty Dancing.
He starts to look at my chart and asked why I was there.
I told him that my insurance company referred him.
And he says, "I wonder why they did that."
SIR!
I have the same question!
He goes through my paperwork, then looks up at me and says "So, you're gonna be an old mother when you start having kids?"
(Naturally Nicky and Rocquelle)
I think I made some type of noise and then answered with an immediate "side eye."
I say, "I guess...kinda??"
Then he tells me that it's okay because he was an older father...but much preferred being a grandfather.
The amazing thing is that I still sat!
He then tells me the story of breaking his hip.
(He fell from the curb of his mother n' law's home after winning a game of Gin Rummy)
He goes on to share that he only deals with senior citizens and that I should go to another specialist.
I WHOLEHEARTEDLY agree!
Then offers me Thyroid meds.
Not because I have a thyroid problem.
Nope.
Just because.
I say ok.
And made another appointment with him for next month.
I'm a glutton for punishment:)
JUST KIDDING!
Oh, I forgot to mention that he REEKED of CIGARETTES!
How do you have the bedside manner of a truck driver, look like Mr. Burns from The Simpsons, smoke cigarettes, be on a walker...and still be a DOCTOR!
That Damn Blue Cross/Blue Shield insurance company!
(I know the story doesn't match the pictures but you needed to know about my latest adventure!
Go to my FB page to see more pics of the event:)
