I hate going to the doctor. I hate it, hate it, hate it.

To begin with, my doctor–whom I have to go to on a monthly, bi-monthly, or sometimes tri-monthly basis (when things line up well and he's being "notadick")–works from an office 33 miles away which takes me something from an hour and half to two hours to drive to (and about an hour to a hour and a half home). Because I do not own a car (which I now wish I did simply so I could sell it!) I must wake around 5am to leave by 6 to drop mi madre off at her train for work.

The drive suuuuuuuucks. Boy, does it suck. Just as a sampling: a large section of massive potholeage, traffic like a motherfucker, and once I enter "THE CITY!" people all drive like assholes. All. Assholes. No exceptions. And, no matter how many times I make the drive I can never remember where my damn turn is, GPS or not (and this is why I drive like an asshole).

After my almost two hour drive where I almost die at least once I drive into the god damned parking garage which has been under construction for about a year now and shockingly can't find a space that doesn't require me to cripple my way the entire length of the place to the door. The long walk, and I'm not kidding when I say uphill both ways, sucks as well.

People in waiting rooms suck. Phone's going off, loud conversations, out of control kids, eating, not listening for their name to be called (I can be guilty of the last two). And, eugh, the wait ALWAYS takes forever. If I have the first appointment of the day I still have to wait forever. If I don't? For-fucking-get it.

Follow a nurse into the room, have vitals taken, then wait another forever (never ever shorter than 10 minutes) for a resident. Resident asks the same bloody questions to get the same god damn answers they always get. A.L.W.A.Y.S. If something had changed, I would so gladly volunteer that information.

Doctor comes, re-asks the questions, then leaves for another damn forever. Why? Because prescriptions must be written in secret with a magic pen on a magic pad.

And then I get to leave. And take the damn drive home. But I covered that. As of recent my doctor has either a) not actually been there and I've had to see a subordinate monkey or II) fucked up my script in a way I can't possibly know about until I got all the way to my home Walgreens. Pain. in. the. ass.

I hate going to the doctor. I never come home not in pain and wanting to murder everything.