i’m sorry, i thought you said you wanted to shove that…
i just got home from the Doctor’s office. I generally don’t like Doctor’s offices, so I make it a policy to rarely ever go into them. However, due to some familial situations, I am required to visit this particular Doctor’s office to schedule a “procedure”.
My brother has cancer. Ass cancer of all things. Not Lung cancer, not skin cancer, ASS cancer. His prognosis is very good, otherwise, I wouldn’t make light of it, but he still has ass cancer and has forced the remaining family members to undergo the colonoscopy.
Sitting in a Doctor’s office for over an hour and half wondering if I will have a strange man’s finger up my ass in a non-sexual way is kind of like watching a Felini film. The magazines were uniquely Chicagoan. There was only one choice of magazine. O, Oprah’s magazine for upscale women.
Flipping through the magazines, I couldn’t help but notice the incredibly overwhelming amount of Pharmaceutical advertising in the waiting room. Posters, coasters, candy jars, even a tape dispenser.
I don’t really have a point to all of this other than the fact that I don’t like the amount of power pharmaceutical companies have over my life. Especially while I’m waiting to get fingered.