I went to the doctor's office yesterday and the nurse, who was sporting Disney scrubs, a bedazzled lanyard and a pair of crocs, had a 2 liter bottle of Diet Coke on her desk. It was barely 8:30am and she was already halfway through it. I don't even care that she was drinking it through a Mickey straw, this woman had my respect already.
As soon as the doctor came in, she started to ask me questions. I told her I had a nagging dry cough and the energy of a corpse. When asked if I've been stressed, I told her that the paint color of my living room had been keeping me up at night. She wasn't amused. Needless to say, she sent me home with Flonase, an inhaler, and a bruised ego.