Dr. SJ made an appointment for me with a dermatologist. I hesitate to use his name, as I can’t say for sure that he deserves to be maligned by the likes of me. I didn’t want the appointment, and I avoid such appointments to the extent possible because nothing good ever comes of them. Dr. SJ sees things differently, and insisted I go.
When I arrived ten minutes early to the appointment, I did so begrudgingly. But I was there, despite my belief that anywhere else would have been a better place to be. I went to the receptionist, but before I could give her my name, she instructed me to put my name, reason for coming, insurance information and some others stuff that eludes me, on a piece of paper sitting atop the receptionist’s desk.
I said no.
She said I must. I said that “must” may not be the word she intended, given that she was unarmed. She said, “it’s our policy.” Continue reading

