A trip to the Dr.

  I sit perusing the yellow pages, letting my fingers do the walking (my legs sure a hell don't want to). Dreading another conversion with another Drs office that won't know what to do with me.

  I'm sorry. I am, unfortunately, not one of the many people who come in 1x a yr with only 1 problem. EXCUSE ME! i wish i had only 1 problem, and NO you can't FIX me but how about helping! Physician DO NO HARM, Ignoring me, harms me, not listening to me, harms me, not helping.....HARMS ME!

  Donning PJ pants (w/cows and clouds), long sleeve T-shirt from the beach (worn and torn), converse Tennis shoes (stained and broken laces), ugly socks, hair not dyed, gray sticking out from under the old ball cap (sweat stained yrs ago), no make-up (lost the tube anyway). OK.....this is all visual aide for the Dr i am going to see. Point being, I feel horrible!

Next time I will wear the old, humongous robe and fuzzy slippers. Back in search of!