at the doctor's office, they have a sign that says, "ask about ear piercing!"

this, while humorous, is also upsetting. what kind of professional doctor takes up ear piercing on the side? how good of a doctor could she be if she has to moonlight at a claire's boutique for extra income?

the whole visit didn't sit right with me. her husband is her receptionist, and when he sat me down in the room- after a forty minute wait, mind you, and i was the only one sitting in the waiting room- he said, "my wife will be right with you." not, "the doctor will be right with you." "my wife." what kind of mom and pop, ear piercing joint had i stumbled into?

i should have been warned when i was filling out the paperwork. on the "medical history" part, they have a check box for "insanity." not "mental health issues" or something equally p.c., but "insanity," as in "you'd have to be insane to wear a pair of pants made out of tuna fish!"

at least i got a prescription. my problem should eventually go away, but only after my right ear is no longer three times the size of my left. this is what i look forward to.