dermatologist

So... i probably shouldn't be allowed to go to the doctor. or perhaps i should wear a warning sign so doctors know who they are dealing with. i get so ridiculous when i'm at the doctor.

well, i'm a little ridiculous always -- but that's beside the point. today i had to go to the dermatologist cuz i've been having some crazy thing going on with my legs. they've been driving me crazy...an itchy, red, bumpy disaster. anyways. i was convinced i needed my legs amputated...i thought for sure i had some sort of incurable disease, and i was prepping myself for the worst. (see what i'm talking about?) i figure it's always good to be prepared, right? maybe...

so i get there and i start reading all these horrible pamphlets about the awful skin diseases you can get, and as i'm reading i'm feeling incredibly grossed out and need to stop. yuck. i don't recommend ever reading those... or looking at the pictures. sick! sick sick.

anyways.

so the doctor gets in, and i know him pretty well by now since i've been going to him for awhile. so i don't hesitate to dive right in.

me: dr., do i need my legs amputated? you can be honest with me. i can take it.
dr: no katie, i don't think it will come to that, however i do think you need a shot.
me: A SHOT?!
dr: yes. in the tush. ((i think it's SO funny when people say that))
me: whaaat?! will it hurt?!
dr: nope!
me: are you lying to me?
dr: no katie. not lying.

aha. seriously. did i really ask my doctor if he was lying to me?! who does that?

moral of this story: i do not like going to the doctor. but i totally respect them so much more for having to deal with people like me.

thanks mr. doc :)