I feel like I’ve been processed like a McDonald’s Hamburger.
And I can’t quite decide whether that’s a very good thing, or not.
I had a Dr’s appointment this morning for my annual physical. The appointment was at 7am, which I like, because it means no waiting around in the waiting room. But my goodness, I have never been zipped through the doctoring process quite so quickly in my life.
Walked in at 7. Zing Zang Zoom. Poked, prodded, cold things where I’d really rather not have cold things, various bodily fluids collected.
I was back in my car at 7:30.
Is this a good thing? Well… lord knows I loathe going to the doctor, and the whole “annual physical” process. So getting it done quickly was kind of a blessing.
But on the other hand, did my doctor learn anything about me from this? Is there something she could have asked me that would have uncovered some malady that will now go undiagnosed? I am guessing not, because I am pretty young and healthy, and maybe they save actual conversations for after you turn 40 and have to go through horrible things like mammograms.
Still, I felt a bit like a burger on a line. Person one puts on the ketchup. Person two slaps on some lettuce. Person three throws on a bun and shoves me out the door.
And I didn’t even get any fries.