I tried to get an appointment to see one of the several doctors I like at the practice in my neighborhood, but they were all booked. Of course, the only one available was this guy I had taken my little one to a while ago who was a real jackass (hmmm, I wonder why he wasn't fully booked- right-- guess I'm not the only one who wasn't a big fan).
So I reluctantly took the appointment, I was just feeling was too sick to wait another day. This guy is probably in his mid 60's, wears very ugly shoes, and just gives me a weird vibe--
I'm guessing one day I'll see him on the news for something illegal or immoral.
I enter his office, he says nothing. Silence. We both sit down- he looks kind of smug, yet strangely nervous. Still silent. And I'll admit, at this point I may have been giving off that don't fuck with me vibe. When I become annoyed there is this aura which somehow overtakes my being-- it's pretty unmistakable, and could potentially make someone feel a wee bit uncomfortable.
We're still in silence--
Okay... I guess I'll start.
I'm like, "I think I have an upper respiratory infection. Blah, blah, blahbity, blah."
He just stares at me blankly, and more silence.
I felt like he was trying to pull the old whoever speaks first, loses sales technique on me. And I'm thinking... wtf-- I'm sick as a dog and you're acting like a freak.
He finally broke out the stethoscope--
Triumphantly, he declared that I had pneumonia, and gave me the license to obtain Amoxicillan.
First thing that entered my mind--- obviously, I need a second opinion, he's an idiot.
He advised that I needed to come back for a follow up next week.
I advised the receptionist to make my follow up with someone else.
And by the way, I'm pretty sure he was right on with the diagnosis-- but I still don't like him.