Man. That kinda reminds me of my old doctor, where each appointment would take 3+ hours, and he was old enough to be the grandparent to my great-grandma. Seriously. His hand was permanently shaking, and his office smelled like old people. *shudders.* He'd also completely disregard the medicine my psychologist wanted me to take, and instead kept upping my Xanax dose to the point where I would fall asleep as I was walking down the hallway at school. Literally, I would be walking down the hallway and fall asleep then and there. It was horrible. But we left him, and now I have a cool doctor that believes in computers and technology, instead of digging through a filing cabinet to get my files or whatever. Also, some of the magazines in the waiting room were from the 70s. Amg. |