A Day At The Doctor's
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Submitted by astephen on 06/30/2008 05:21 PM
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A Day At The Doctor's
All of us have gone to the doctor’s office from time to time, but nothing had prepared me for what was about to happen. A few weeks ago, I started having pains in my side. At first, I didn’t think anything of it, but the pain started getting worse so I decided that I had better seek medical attention. Therefore, I grabbed the phone book, started flipping through it, and found a doctor that could see me the next day. I would have never believed what I was about to face. Going to the doctor’s office, this particular day caused me to be scared, tense, and annoyed all in the same trip.
As I pulled up in front of the doctor’s office, I was a little scared. I hesitantly put my car in park as I slowly looked at the decrepit old building that barely stood before me. This didn’t take long since it looked like an old miniature-haunted house. The frail and weathered shutters on the windows were all but hanging on and the old looking gray paint on the building was following suit. I fearfully got out of my car and headed up to what seemed to be the front door. All of the sudden I had heard a howling sound. Petrified I Quickly turned and noticed it was coming from the screen door. A shiver ran down my spine as thoughts of malpractice had danced in my head. Slowly, I made it to the steps and I saw a rickety sign on the door that said, “Push real hard,” even though I was worried about falling through the steps I still made my accent. I leaned my shoulder in to it and gave it an eerie push.
I was a little apprehensive about going in, but after wrestling with the door for a few minutes, I found myself in what seemed to be a stressed waiting room. I have seen morgues with a more inviting atmosphere. There was a musty smell like a locker room after the big game, but I didn’t see anybody in a uniform. As I stood at the doorway, you could cut the tension with a knife. I slowly scanned the room, to my right, there was a fish tank, but I didn’t see any...
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