Before reading this post, there are two things you should know about me:
1) I've always hated going to the doctor. I was that little kid who ran around the examining room screaming, trying to avoid a booster shot.
2) I have anxiety dreams. A lot. These dreams usually revolve around me attending a high school class (typically science, history or math) without the my homework or being unable to stop my car and getting in an accident.
Now that you know the facts above, this story will make a bit more sense.
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Whenever I come home, whether it be for a quick weekend visit or an week-long stay, I try to squeeze in as many doctors appointments as possible. Though KBoss insists I should find a new doctor up in Boston, I have yet to actually do so.
Since I was going to be home for a whole week, I crossed my fingers and hoped to squeeze in my annual err "lady parts" checkup. Lucky for me, they found a time that worked for both of us.
Everything seemed perfect... until I had the nightmare:
I was minding my own business going to see my FEMALE doctor, when I entered the doctor's office, only to find out that my doctor was now male. Oh, and we were in Boston, not Baltimore. I didn't know this doctor, yet I still followed him. Instead of entering a normal examining room, I found myself in a large field...outside. People were playing frisbee and having picnics...at my gynecologist appointment!
