Yesterday, I visited my doctor, and it wasn't until I was driving home, that I realized the doctor never touches me anymore. Never. In the old days (augh), one would actually lie on that examining table and be poked and prodded and be asked to breathe in and out. Then sit up and have your reflexes tested. A thousand years ago, there were the stirrups. May I never have to have my feet in stirrups again.
More recently, the doctor looked into my throat and ears and felt around my thyroid.
There was none of that yesterday. I filled out a form online. We reviewed my prescription drugs.
This morning, I was invited by my doctor to join yet another health site that would further educate me to the drugs I'm taking. This most certainly refers to mind-altering drugs. They make them; they work. Nobody wants you to take them.
Piss on that.
I'm already old. I have found bullying the doctor works very well. Especially, if he's shorter than you. Emasculate him. Crunch him up and spit him out.
I'm tired of being managed by just about everybody. Can you tell?
My doctor doesn’t even look at me. Just gazes at the computer screen.
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