I Hate My Doctor

So I went to my doctor today to get my cholesterol checked. I brought up that I haven’t been sleeping well since middle school. He said I was depressed. I told him I had problems getting up in the morning for work because I have a restless mind. He told me I needed to diet and exercise. I told him I exercise 3 or 4 times a week or 2 hours or more and have changed my diet for the last month or so. He told me he wanted to see me at 168. I told him that at 232, there was no way that was going to happen anytime soon. He told me not to starve or hurt myself. I asked him if 168 would be cutting into my muscle mass, in an unhealthy way. He told me he wanted to see me in 2 months to see if I was coming on to that 168 number he liked so much. I turned to leave. He told me if I felt like hurting myself to call him, and exercize more. I walked out the door. I so wanted to take the words of Foamy to his doorstep. These will be omited for reasons of… well, ther’re not very nice. Needless to say, I’m now looking for a new doctor that doesn’t suck so bad.

My all your appointments involve medication

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It's me, Ethan. This is my blog. Can you say blog? Um, about me? I play D&D (and I dont think it's the saddest game in the world), I'm a writer with one and a half books on the way, I fence (currnetly F-D E-D)), and I like to go out for coffee, even though I dont like filter coffee, I strongly appose 1337, I cook and will eventually be continuing my education at culinary school, I love all my friends at fencing, yes all of them, I enjoy bowling, I want to make a mistaken experience cookbook at some point, and I just love run-on sentances. Speaking of which, I cant type very well at all so dont hound me about it. You CAN hound me if I use a 4 in pl4c3 of 4n A or a 3 in p4c3 of 4n E. So, If you join my ranty blog, feel free to e-mail or IM me.

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