‘I’ve officially turned into an Old Person’
So I’m sitting on one of those crinkly paper thingies in an exam room when the door opens and this incredibly gorgeous woman walks in. Sort of a cross between J-Lo and Giselle Bundchen.
”I’m Doctor Exotic (not her real name)”, she says, extending her hand for a shake.
”You’re the doctor?!?” I exclaim, taking in her voluptuous figure, leopard-print leggings and long glossy locks.
”Yes, I am,” she responded with a blindingly white smile. “Who were you expecting?”
”An old white guy!” was my immediate answer.
Dr. E laughed, then proceeded to point out that more than half of all medical students these days are women. “Oh, I know,” I interjected. “My husband told me. He’s a doctor — an old white guy.”
Two Old White People out on the town — out in Amagansett. One of us is a doctor
This exchange happened during my second doctor’s visit in one day — yesterday. Too many doctor visits on a Tuesday is one of the reasons I’m late with this week’s post. I also needed an idea to write about, and — Silver Lining Time — the doctor visit gave it to me.
So back to how my life is organized around doctor visits and how that’s one of the ways I know I’m officially Old. Continue reading