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The Doctor is Human After All
I felt numb and cold. I rubbed my arms up and down and glanced around the sterileexamination room. Various molds of intimate female parts lined the counters, along witha box of tissues, disinfectant, a paper towel dispenser and a box of latex gloves. My eyesquickly skipped over the gloves and landed on the waste basket tucked into a hole underthe counter top, the huge red triangle stating it was for hazardous materials only seemedto pulsate under the fluorescent lights.I swallowed and shifted on the uncomfortably hard bench. I sat up a little straighter andtried to pull the impossibly small, and thin, paper gown around my breasts. Even tuggingas much as I dared without ripping the material still left an inch gap.I slumped forward self-consciously and tried to make myself as small as possible. Thisonly served to being the metal stirrups in plain view and wincing at a visual of theupcoming exam, I quickly shifted my eyes to a poster of a kitten on the wall, the words“Have a Nice Day,” seemed to openly mock me.I could hear a shuffle of feet outside my room and then a soft clunk as someone removedmy chart from the plastic holder attached to the door. I stared at the door handle as Ifrantically pulled the gown in closer to my body; the sound of rustling papers as thedoctor went through my chart making my nerves jump sporadically.Suddenly, the door handle slowly began to turn and every muscle in my body tensed. Asthe door swung inward, my teeth began to click together.“Good morning, Miss Ward. Are you cold?”I felt a nervous bubble of laughter tickle the back of my throat; who wouldn’t be colddressed in nothing more than tissue?“A bit,” is all I managed and watched as he made a note in my chart, placed it on thecounter and then turned to me.I gave him a wan smile.“So, we’ll just wait for the nurse to show up before we get started.” I flinched as hereached around me to press a button near the door.He crossed his arms, and regarded me with dark, smoky eyes. “Things have been good? Ithink the last time I talked to you, you had just moved into a new apartment. How is thatworking out for you?”I blinked. He remembered that?! “Um,” I swallowed. Seriously, how common is that? Hemust have, what, 500 patients? How is it that he can remember something about me that Itold him nearly twelve months ago? “It’s going well. I’m lucky enough to live by some
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