Genre: Doctor Edition

• Walk into the lobby, anxious as ever!
• look around, find a directory, which floor?...
• Elevator doors open, packed & squeezed tightly 
• "level 7 please" trying not to touch shoulders with the germ infested man directly next to me (don't inhale his cough, breath through your mouth... wait I can contract it that way too) 
• keep pushing farther away from the sickling, moving closer to the gentleman sitting in the wheel chair, his eyes right at hip level
•  feeling his heavy breathing and his eyes crawl up my back. 
• *Push & shove "excuse us this is our floor" as the nurse hits the back of my ankle with the old mans foot rest attached to the wheel chair. 
• *elevator doors open, sign says: Chemotherapy
• Give the man eye contact and a head nod, a sign of good luck
• Doors close, motion upward, next illuminated number 3
• Open to the next sign: CAT SCAN 
• the gentleman that was coughing all over my personal bubble, gets off with hanker chief in hand covering his mouth looking as if he was about to cough again 
• "Have a beautiful day young lady" 
• the doors begin to shut again, realizing I'm the last remaining in the elevator 
• moving swiftly up the shafts to my designated floor
• the doors open wide, one more time, I look at the sign: OBGYN 
• This is the floor 
• walk into a LED lit room, lots of pregnant woman & screaming children 
• throwing magazines, seeking the attention of their parental 
• walk up to the receptionist "Hi I have an appointment", "Last name?" in a mutter, with little eye contact or even a slight lift of her head from her monitor. 
• "your appointments at 11:30, it's 11:15, there are a few people ahead of you" 
• " No problem, that's why I got here early" 
• Throwing a clip board over the counter "fill all the highlighted parts out, and bring it back to me when your done." 
•  Walking away from the counter, back into the chaos of mothers consoling children, and overdue pregnant women feeling the affects of there over bearing child laying low on their bladders. 
• I sit down beside mothers that allow the chairs to be used as a jungle gym for their hyperactive children 
• look down at the clip board
• papers read "change of residency" "has there been a change in your residency in the last year" check: No
• Change of insurance: check NO
• Change in Medication :NO
• Family History: oh God you expect me to know that in depth?!
• return the clipboard at 11:22
• Now go sit in the corner, far enough away from the child in the stroller pelting a magazine at the poor expecting mothers head.
• look around trying find something to distract you from your empathetic staring 'Oh look a magazine from 2011' 
• flip through it once, find some good articles
• go back to the beginning flip through it again
• read the pop culture articles from five years ago, refresh your memory on what was never important, like Beyonce's baby being born..
• next magazine... "how long have a I been waiting?" look at the clock
• Clock reads 11:50 
• 20 minutes late for my appointment 
• Start getting antsy 
• five more minutes pass 
• 11:55- Walk up to the counter, "Are the doctors running a little late today?" 
• "Yes, but your the next to be seen. Just have a seat you'll be taken care of soon"
• before sitting back down with the animals, I hear my name "Mackenzie?"
• Run over to the open door where the nurse stands and asks my date of birth. 
• 10/1/93 
• "can I get your height & weight"
• "Okay, I'll take you into this room now to get your blood pressure and have you answer a few questions"
• rap a Velcro band around my bicep, contracting till I feel the pulse in my arm 
• Blood Pressure :"normal"
• "any abnormal feelings" -"Feeling normal"
• "change in your medication/ or current meds that your on"
• how many alcoholic beverages per week?
• smoke?
• what?
• how much? 
• direct eye contact from the nurse, "It's bad for you, you should really try and stop" (obviously)
• "any specific reason why your here today?"
• just the annual check up
• "the doctor will be right in" 
• Panorama the new room
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