5.2

I remember hating this place. I guess it didn’t matter when I was really young, but I had some pretty traumatic experiences here. Needles, cold hands, and long waits. Apparently children are basically pets and need a series of vaccinations. It’s wonderful knowing viruses, diseases, and potentially life-threatening liquids were being injected directly into my body. I’m pretty sure we spent at least one day a week in this place. My mom somehow became a hypochondriac after having kids, which she then blanketed over all of us. The sniffles meant we were going to die, ad bruises were obviously broken bones that couldn’t be healed. So, I probably finished much of my homework in the waiting room of this office.

I hated that I didn’t have a regular doctor. She had to pick a pediatrician. Which really sucked monkey balls when I was 17. Once I was in high school, I avoided going to the doctor for any sort of health problem. Unfortunately, I ended up with something I just couldn’t kick on my own. But after scheduling an appointment at this wretched place, waiting for almost an hour, and sitting in an exam room for another 15, turns out my journey was fruitless. I had a virus, and the doctor told me I just had to wait it out. What the fuck. On top of that, I still had to pay the $30 co-pay. And people wonder why I hate going to the doctor’s.