i am currently w/out health insurance.
but i had to do some pre-grad school check up stuff.
so my dad told me to go to a chinatown doctor,
since it would be cheaper.
which it was.
but for good reason.
(examining my hurt foot):
doctor: just a muscle strain. rest and put it in hot water.
me: o, ok, cool.
dr: does tylenol work for you?
me: hmm? o, i should take tylenol?
dr: does it work for you?
me: umm.. i haven't tried it, but i will.
dr: but is it enough?
me: uhh... i'll try it and see.
dr: you don't need... anything else?
me: i don't understand.
dr: anything... stronger?
me: o... uhh... no ... no, i'm good...
(asking for a physical):
me: i also need a physical.
dr: what?
me: you know, a physical exam. like checking my blood pressure and height and stuff.
dr: ah, yes, yes. ok. stand here.
(stands me against a door w/ sharpie markered lines for height)
dr: 5'5"
(scribbles down note on what looks like scrap paper)
me: umm... i have my shoes on.
dr: what?
me: my shoes. i have my shoes on. i'm 5'3".
dr: ahh. shoes. ok.
(crosses out and changes his notes)
me: ...
(pulls out ancient looking bathroom scale from under his desk w/ his foot)
dr: step on.
me: ...
dr: its ok, its ok
me: but...
dr: yes?
me: nevermind.
then, i left.
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