Doctors seem unconcered about embarassed teenager's feelings

Hello from the depths of my bed covers


I have been sick for the past two weeks and finally my mother decided to take me to the doctors to get a prescription so I wouldn't die. We walked in there and I was asked to fill out information and give up my horrible ID picture (seriously, the picture on my driver's license was taken on Hippie Day at school. . . yeah, it's not pretty). I waited for a good 45 minutes before I was called into the office.

My mom sat down in one of the hard uncomfortable chairs and I sat on the bed with that scratchy white paper which is supposed to keep things sanitary (haha. . . yeah right). I waited for ten more minutes before a nurse came in to check my blood pressure and temperature. She left telling me the doctor would be in a moment.

When he came in the conversation went like this.

Doc: Hello Bex What seems to be the problem today?
Me: I am having the worst pains in my throat, back and neck and I don't want to die.
Doc: (holding up that nifty device with a light one uses to look into another's ears.) Can I have a look?

Me: (I was thinking, uh. . . yeah, as soon as I walked through this door, I gave you permission. I want to get better. Nope! You can't look, I want you to make me better without any further examination.) Uh. yeah.
Doctor: (after examining my ears, brought up his stethoscope, and listening to my breathing and everything else.) Where is your back pain.
Me: On my back
Doc: Can you be more specific.
Me: Everywhere.
Doc (feeling around the sides of my back.) Here
Me: GASP
Mom: What's wrong? Will she need kidney surgery??
Me: That tickles Doc!
Doc: Then I guess there is no problem there. I'm going to give you this medicine which will probably give you diarrhea.
Me:
Doctor: That's normal.
Me: . . . Good, because I would hate to have diarrhea if it was abnormal.
Doctor: Then that settles it. (After a few moments). You will need to come in two days this week to get shots.
Me: (Throwing a horrified glance at my mother.) . . . . Squeak!
Doctor: The shots will ensure the medicine will work to full strength.
Me: I hate sharp objects.
Doctor: Do you use pens and pencils for school?
Me: Rarely, that is why I prefer to type.
Mom: Regardless, Bex you are going to be back here soon to get those shots.
Me: Thanks for the sympathy Mom.

I now have the medicine which includes blue pills which are far too large and horrible to swallow, and a nasal spray which I hate because I can't blow my nose after using it.

Here they are.



Anyway, I'm going to go back into a moderate self-induced coma. Wake me up when I'm better. Have a great day!

Bex