So I'm stuck here in a really comfortable sofa in a dermatologist's clinic. The room is bitter cold, the clinic has a nice clean smell that all clinics seem to have, and the ambiance is cozy, so I'm in a bit of a complacent mood at the moment. There are only 6 people left, whereas before we left for lunch there were about 20. The last 6 standing: me, my mom, a guy in his late twenties, a boy about my age who's absorbed with his potable video game console, his dad, and an old lady who's been yawning quite a lot the past 30 minutes that I've been here. Minus the 2 receptionists and the other clinical staff, we are all that's left.
I've tried everything to pass the time away. I listened to music but that just left me very sleepy. I read a bit but I already finished the book a month ago so it felt a little dragging. I read the magazines on display but they featured nothing but mainstream fashion and I seem to have a certain loathing towards the latest trends. There was even a short time that I managed to space off, but then my mom nudged my side and told me to sit straight and stop staring at the wall. She then proceeded to ask if it would be nice to firm up her face or something, so that her wrinkles would go away. I promptly said no. I've never been a fan of cosmetic dermatology.
The main reason why I'm here in this abnormally cold clinic is to have the rashes and dark spots on my legs checked, since they've gotten worse ever since I sat down on the grass to enjoy the cool wind last week. They're really itchy and they swell when I scratch on them and it's actually kind of gross and--oops, I'm getting called, wait a bit--
--I'm back. The dermatologist's assistant asked me a bunch of questions and she told me to wait for awhile because I'm going to have my picture taken for record-keeping. Oh, she's calling me again.
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About 20 minutes have passed. After I got my picture taken, they told me to go inside a room and the dermatologist was there and she started asking me lots of questions and also told me to show her the scars and spots and all that. It's boring to write about. Consultations have always been boring. Then she told me that I'll be applying some cream, lotion, a special type of soap, and some ointment twice a day on my skin and blah blah blah
And then she gave the prescription paper and I went upstairs to get all the creams.
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About 10 minutes have passed. Right now, I'm in Munsterific and licking a cone of soft-served ice cream while writing this, waiting for my brother to pick us up.
And I can't believe I managed to write a lengthy description of my visit to the dermatologist.
Such is my life.
If you wint to write down all the events of your life - it means that it's worthy of something! Keep writing, and I'll keep reading you! And you're always welcome to visit me as well! Take care!
ReplyDeleteThank you! This is really nice of you :) Take care as well~
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