I really, really hate going to the doctor – any doctor for anything, no matter how minuscule. I rarely catch so much as a cold, and I think the reason for my superhuman immune system is because my fear of the doctor has somehow mutated my genes and turned me into some freak pathogen-fighting machine. Onto the dream:
It’s about 8 PM and I’m in the car with my mom. She pulls into a shady parkinglot behind a brown building. As she parks, she says, “I made you a doctor’s appointment.”
“… What?” I say.
“I made you a doctor’s appointment.”
“No – no way, mom, you can’t trick me like this! What’s wrong with you!?”
“Come on, time to go to the doctor,” she says cheerfully, patting me on the leg.
I get out of the car and slam the door and walk out to the front of the building. As I pull the front door open, I realize that I’ve never been to this brown building before, and that it certainly isn’t my doctor’s office. Does she expect me to walk all the way to the doctor?! I think to myself.
I walk back around the building, back to my mom’s jeep.
“Well why did you bring me here?! Why didn’t you just take me to the doctor’s office?” I demand.
“This is the doctor’s office. It’s a new doctor. Go on, go inside or you’ll miss your appointment!”
I storm back around and shine my flashlight (that was all of a sudden in my hand) around. The light lands on a sign in front of the building; “LEE & LEESBURG, M.D.s”
I throw my head back in disbelief. Defeated, I stomp up the steps and go inside. I take a seat in one of the chairs. A nurse brings me a clipboard and a pen. When I look up at her to take it from her, I notice that the waiting room is full of people – old people. Old women.
“Well… look at you! All alone in the doctor’s office. So grown up!” one of the old biddies says to me, waving her hand in the air.
I smile suspiciously. “Eh… heh, yeah.”
I look down at my clipboard, expecting a medical history form or the like. But underneath the metal clasp there is only a small 3-fold pamphlet. On the front is a beach-sunset scene. I pull it ou and unfold it.
On the first inside flap, it read:
Nope, I thought to myself.
Then, underneath that, as if it has read my mind, it read:
Oh, WHAT A RELIEF! I think.
Underneath that, it said:
I gave a great sigh of relief. Everything would be okay.
