Day EIghty-Nine. - Dreaded Doctor's Visit. - As I walk into the waiting room and head up the counter I become even more nervous then I was five minutes ago forcing myself to get out of the car. Of course the receptionists were rude, this is my first time there, and I quickly signed in and went to sit down. I notice a very much older man staring at my out of the corner of my eye, which creeped me out, while I text William to let him know I'd made it safely. After taking my weight, I'm 123 just in case you were wondering, and blood pressure I get to sit in the little room all by myself for what seems like a life time until the Doctor is ready to see me. After speaking with the doctor and having my examination, which was pretty awkward, she decides to write me a prescription and sends me on my way. The extra fun part happened at the Pharmacy when they said it would take 15 minutes to fill my prescription and I ended up being there 45 minutes. Why? Because the insurance company had my date of birth wrong because obviously I'm only one years old. Did I mention I hate doctor's visits?
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