We signed in and had to fill out countless medical forms and the receptionist needed my ID and insurance information and cards. Just then, Dr. Edwards, my former psychiatrist, walked by with a cup of delicious smelling coffee in his hands.
“Dr. Edwards!” I exclaimed. “Are you still my psychiatrist?”
“Y’all are next after one more appointment,” he told me.
I was elated and let it be known. He smiled and probably thought, “Yes, this one needs to be medicated”. My father was thrilled as well and shook his fists in the air in a celebratory fashion.
He refilled my prescriptions and we don’t have to come back for 6 months.
Dad and I moseyed on over to Hardee’s and got two steak biscuits and one sausage biscuit – always a pleasure on such trips to the doctor.
5 comments:
So did you ever find out what happened to the other place? Interesting that your new office is the same doctor....
Opps. I forgot to mention...yes blood makes noise...usually means your blood pressure is up and you can hear it in your ears. Strange sensation I think
Kinda unclear here. I thought it was the same office, different doctor. Is Skinny Minny right? VERY interesting that you changed offices (different sides of town?) and your shrink followed you! Lucky he was there.
That's exactly why I don't go back tho. Having to explain my whole friggin history back to 1972!
You haven't been here in a few days. Hope everything is okay.
-Sharon
Hey, Handsome, you okay?
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