I went to the Dermatologist’s on my birthday, which was an interesting endeavor. I go once a year to get my moles checked and renew my acne prescriptions. This year I didn’t have any mole issues, which is a rarity. I’ve had so many hacked off because I’m a pale little thing. But I didn’t go to the beach this summer and I haven’t seen the sun in the past few months, so that should account for something.
But, anyway, my appointment was at 4:15. I wasn’t called in until 5:05. The nurse comes in and asks me what acne prescriptions I’m on. I’m telling her and it occurs to me that they should have all this on file, which she says two seconds later. So, if you can look this up, why are you asking me?
So, she goes out and a few minutes later a panel of people come in my room. There’s my actual doctor, the doctor’s assistant, and a nurse. I’m asked a barrage of questions about what I do everyday, how long I’ve been on this regimine, etc. By the way, I am a model dermatology patient. I use SPF everyday, I use all my prescriptions everyday, I drink lots of water, try to get enough sleep, and all that stuff. Despite all this, my skin has seen better days. I’m stressed, and it shows. But my dermatologist complemented me on how well my skin looked for being in law school, which I took to heart.
After about a 5-10 minute conversation, my doctor rearranges my prescriptions and leaves. I get the new prescriptions, and then I remember that I wanted to get this wart that I’ve had on my thumb frozen off. And let me just say that having this wart has been shameful and disgusting to me. So, they send in another nurse to painfully freeze off this growth - which, if you’ve never had it done before, HURTS. Two hours later my thumb was still throbbing. But, I did get a yellow crayola band-aid for my troubles.
To recap, I waited almost an hour for about 15 minutes of service that included intense questioning, prescriptions, wart freezing, and a yellow crayola band-aid.
