The doctor's office sucked.

The doctor's office sucked. It took 2 hours for this guy to barely read test results. He had barely looked at them. He's an old old guy. He was arrogant today. He had the results, he was flipping through them as he walked in. He was like, "fine fine fine." He asked for a moment and sat down to read through it all. "None of this none of that." "Everything is fine," he tells me. So, I hope that he has read this stuff before.. I mean, to make sure I had nothing serious. I ask him, about my sodium. He's like, "uhh... why... do you want to know your sodium?" "Well, I eat a lot of salt." He acted like, okay fine, you're going to make me go over this. So he goes down the list w/ me, marking things off with his pen. Saying, "Good... Well, this is fine.... This is perfectly normal..." Then on the third page. He sees something about my cholesterol, and says some sort of cholesterol is low. He writes, "More exercise" on the sheet. And is like, "There ya go, more exercise." Almost as if he's ready to leave. I want to say, "bu.. bu... but I do exercise." Instead I ask him to read these MRI test results that I have with me on this CD-ROM. I'm afraid he won't want to because it involves a computer or something, he's so old. But, he said he would. I waited in the WAITING room. Then I was led to his office where he was fucking w/ his computer. I couldn't see anything, I thought he was looking at an image of my insides. He was just looking at it and looking at it and maybe he would type something, and then they page him to pick up the phone. hhhhhhhh..... He tries to pick up the phone and connect to the front desk, and spends about 20 or 30 seconds picking up the receiver, putting it back down, pressing a button and saying, "hello" "yes" "hello" "yes." I was going to ask him if I could help him. I don't know, I probably could have been more relaxed. I stayed up too late last night maybe. He was on the phone less than a minute. Then back to the computer. Finally he says, "its a so and so." I ask what that is. And he's like, "a benign fatty tumor." "I don't recommend removing it. You'll take it with you to your grave." This might be not only the most he's said to me at once, its also the most profound. I then asked him about why it was causing pain. And he said if it's hurting me he'll refer me to an orthopedic surgeon. By then I was acting pretty silly, and am like, "so, you DO think I should get it removed." He's like, "Of course, if it's bothering you."

I waited outside again for him to give me the reports in the lobby. He came out and handed me the three sheets of the blood test, and a single printed page.

He didn't give me the CD-ROM, he said he needed it for his reports, I didn't ask about it, I felt like he wanted me to leave. I wondered though, did that whole disk have one piece of paper on it? Its so weird.

Maybe he thought I was a loser for asking questions. He's so old, he's almost dying himself. He probably sees so many real sickos in there, not just a hyper hypo who wants to get benign shit removed, and get a periodic blood test. He looks at me and sees a healthy kid. Who cares if my lack of "whatever" cholesterol is going to kill me in the end. Something kills everyone.

Anyway, I'm going to stop exercising, man, it's fucking useless.