So, I had an appointment at my doctor's office. As usual, no one talked in a loud voice. Most people didn't talk at all. There were just the usual smiles when one happened to look up at the same time as another person.
They had the usual wrinkled copies of People and some kind of health magazine. Kim Kardashian is, evidently, getting a divorce (of course this has been reported dozens of times so who knows). For whatever reason, Robert Pattison felt the need to hide from Kristen Stewart at Reese Witherspoon's. LeAnn Rimes stopped gallivanting around the world long enough to be treated for anxiety and Rachel Bilson is still with Hayden Christensen.
Oh, and I don't drink enough water!
Next think I know, my doctor's assistant burst out of the door (from where I was sitting it was kinda hidden behind a potted palm tree) and called my name.
I was weighed (I hate the scales at the doctor's office because they always make me a few pounds heavier), talked to my doctor (not one word about health care or 0bamacare) and left with my prescription in hand. As I walked by the sitting room, it was still quiet, despite new people being there.
Cindie