Coming on a little strong for the doc.

I was so excited about meeting my new doctor today. I’ve always wanted a real doctor of my own because I’ve had random doctors for random things before, but I never had an answer when a form would ask me to name “my doctor”.

The arm rash I went in for was, if you ask me, particularly unimpressive so I feared she thought of me as a hypochondriac. To show her I wasn’t one and that I wasn’t dissatisfied with her diagnosis of “it’s pretty benign, how about you just put a hot compress on it”, I thought I would try to throw a little humor her way.

She asked me when my last yearly pap was and I told her it was this May. She looked confused and double-checked the chart, so I decided to gallantly throw in there “but don’t worry! I’m all yours next year.”

Instead of reacting with a mouthful of laughter and glee, she continued to look puzzled at her chart. She probably just didn’t hear me…right? You would have to be a crazy person not to laugh at that.