Gotta love a doctor offices.
We got there probably 10 minutes early, not for any particular reason just to make sure we were on time. The office was a little crowded, but it's a Monday morning so it's to be expected.
As the room continued to crowd with new arrivals, I started to get nervous that there wasn't going to be enough chairs, and if that became the case, I would have probably offered up my chair.
Anyway, they began calling people in for their appointments. Bam. Bam. Bam. Names were being thrown left and right. Eventually, my name was called, and I went in to see the doctor, who I think just really loves life. He really seems to embrace everything good with life.
Anyway, the actual time I saw the doctor didn't last long. To say it was 10 minutes long would be pushing it. He asked me how the pain level was, asked what type of medication I was on. He asked if I saw the blood doctor yet, then told me he couldn't really do anything until the blood doctor does his tests. Thank you so much for wasting my Monday morning with an appointment I didn't even need.
I did ask about my freakish bruising. He said bruises do occur and I shouldn't be alarmed when I see bruises on myself. He said as long as the bruises seem to be going down, then that's a good thing. Personally, I think it's a good thing that my bruises/discoloration seems to be disappearing. But that's just me.
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