Physical

It had been a shitty day. Life crumbling, blah blah blah. I needed a physical. After school and after practice I set out. Seeing that I have no doctor here I went to a walk in clinic. You walk in, pay thirty dollars, and they sign your piece of paper. I had driven the stick there which has no AC. 95 out + no AC+ stress+loud music= frazzled. Bizarre setup they have going here. Inside of a CVS they have this corner in the store that is a medical cubicle. The doctor (nurse practitioner or whatever) is about seventy. She is like any other seventy year old. Cute white shoes, lilac trousers and a lab coat. She introduces herself as Veronica. She goes through the paper and looks in my eyes and ears and what not. I wasn't being bitchy or short with her but I'm wasn't being very engaging either I suppose. Quiet and cooperative. I just wanted to sign my thing so I could go. 

She informs me my eye contact is horrid. Wow she is right, I have not actually looked the Veronica in the eyes once yet. "Look in my eyes." "Eye contact is very important in western society. It shows strength. (still staring into my face) You can loose jobs unless you improve your eye contact.... (getting a bit scared, I glance away). No you just looked away. SEE!" I sort of apologize and say I'm just having a shitty day. She asks about my life and why I'm so grumpy. I tell her. 

"Also I am not pleased with your sun exposure." 

"I'm a water polo player."

"Are you on the pill"

"Is that relevant?" 

"Yes it is. You ought to be (gives me a planned parenthood card)."

Anyhow, life went on until yesterday. Shock at the mail box!  A thank you card/CVS ad from Mrs. Veronica Severns. 

Alexandra, 

Again, Best wishes in all your near activities here. You have a beautiful smile. Keep showing it!

V

She certainly made her point. Thanks V!