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I had to visit a doctor's office last week, I have one checkup a year that I can afford that monitors some "you're getting old" things. The doctor I go to moved offices last year, and they're now in an office that was built just to be a medical office. Not that the last one wasn't designed to be that as well, but it was just one of those generic banal 90s building with the hip roof and carriage awning. Inside that building was a big waiting area with a bunch of glass fronts where the receptionists for each doctor sat, and big heavy wooden doors with the little glass slot in them. What I would consider to be a normal office for that type of profession, nothing you'd even think twice about.

This new building put me off immediately. The exterior is of course, that class of ugly that modern structures use, but that's everywhere so that was not really a thing. But you walk in, and instead of a nice, open reception area it's all confined with kiosks where you sign in. It felt close and strange, like it was intentionally designed to feel crowded. You get more than 4-6 people in this area and it's going to be overcrowded. That was odd, but it took me a while to realize what really made me feel creeped out.

The floor I was visiting just felt wrong when I stepped off the elevator. This morning, I realized because of the way it was set up. It's not a professional office, like you've come to think of that. It's intentionally winding halls, everything behind doors including the elevator area, big roll-back doors in the patient rooms with that trendy wavy glass, and it has a bunch of these tiny little offices for people, including the receptionist. Offices that are packed to the gills with furniture that you'd see in a model house, not office furniture. Even the waiting room tries to look like someone's living room instead of a medical office. Big windows everywhere with this minimalistic furniture. It's one of those things that's just hard to describe but you just jitter in your seat because you feel like this is going to waver and fade into something else when you're not looking. In essence, it's trying way too hard to be friendly and homey, and it fails because it's like a cake that has too much frosting on it and too sugar in it to hide the fact that it's actually crap.

I had to visit a doctor's office last week, I have one checkup a year that I can afford that monitors some "you're getting old" things. The doctor I go to moved offices last year, and they're now in an office that was built just to be a medical office. Not that the last one wasn't designed to be that as well, but it was just one of those generic banal 90s building with the hip roof and carriage awning. Inside that building was a big waiting area with a bunch of glass fronts where the receptionists for each doctor sat, and big heavy wooden doors with the little glass slot in them. What I would consider to be a normal office for that type of profession, nothing you'd even think twice about. This new building put me off immediately. The exterior is of course, that class of ugly that modern structures use, but that's everywhere so that was not really a thing. But you walk in, and instead of a nice, open reception area it's all confined with kiosks where you sign in. It felt close and strange, like it was intentionally designed to feel crowded. You get more than 4-6 people in this area and it's going to be overcrowded. That was odd, but it took me a while to realize what really made me feel creeped out. The floor I was visiting just felt wrong when I stepped off the elevator. This morning, I realized because of the way it was set up. It's not a professional office, like you've come to think of that. It's intentionally winding halls, everything behind doors including the elevator area, big roll-back doors in the patient rooms with that trendy wavy glass, and it has a bunch of these tiny little offices for people, including the receptionist. Offices that are packed to the gills with furniture that you'd see in a model house, not office furniture. Even the waiting room tries to look like someone's living room instead of a medical office. Big windows everywhere with this minimalistic furniture. It's one of those things that's just hard to describe but you just jitter in your seat because you feel like this is going to waver and fade into something else when you're not looking. In essence, it's trying way too hard to be friendly and homey, and it fails because it's like a cake that has too much frosting on it and too sugar in it to hide the fact that it's actually crap.
[–] • 7 pts

I hate walking into hospitals because they reek death, but not in an olfactive way.

[–] • 3 pts

Hospitals are a whole 'nother class of terrible. I had to be in one recently for my mother, and it was just...yeah.

[–] • 5 pts

On the other hand, in a cemetery, I don't feel that way. It's just peaceful silence.

[–] • 2 pts

The dead tell no tales, nor do they pester you for things.

[–] • 2 pts (edited )

I've always had a dislike of doctors. Most likely stemming from being run over and in a lot of hospitals when I was three. As I've gotten older my disdain for hospitals and doctors is only grown. I only go if I'm really not feeling well or there's something major wrong. Seems like every time I go to a doctor now a days the doctor's pestering to molest me. Constantly saying hey let me grab your balls or stick my finger up your rectum. I always decline. I know the symptoms and signs to look for. I told my family I'd rather die of a cancer then allow anyone to stick anything up inside me. Doctors are perverts.

[–] • 5 pts

They tried that when I was there, said "I see we've never done a depression screening on y..." Ma'am (the nurse) I don't have insurance and you can do whatever you want but I only have enough money for the check I'm here for so I won't pay for anything else."

Oh. The interest is gone immediately.

[–] • 2 pts

> I won't pay for anything else." >>>Oh. The interest is gone immediately.

Funny how that works isn't it

[–] • 2 pts

Interesting symptoms Xr. I prescribe a course of expensive poison pills and I will need to poke many fingers up your rectum, please assume the position Xr.

[–] • 2 pts

I have poison pills left over from my days as a [redacted] - although they've probably expired at this point.

[–] • 1 pt

Ooooo, enough for two???

[–] • 3 pts

There's quite a few, tbh. Standard issue was 12 foil packets, each one can kill you deader than a dudu within 15 seconds of ingestion.

Side effects include death.

[–] • 1 pt

Medicine never expires, it just gets less potent over time. They lie to you and tel you it goes ba dao you pay them more. My doc back in the 70’s said NEVER throw away meds, if you have to become an old med is it working kike it should take 2, then assess.

[–] • 1 pt

is joke fren

[–] • 1 pt

Hmm, for me it was June of 97. I had just gotten out of the military and was traveling. I spent the night in Shreveport Louisiana. The 3 of us go into a Cracker Barrel. We do all the normal looking around at their junk then get seated. The whole time something felt off, I wasn't sure what. We get served and I'm like halfway through my meal when I'm looking around and it hits me... We are literally the only white people in a half filled place. Like everyone, customers, wait staff, the hostess, the other people picking around the knick knacks. It didn't bother me once I realized what was making me feel off. I have a hard time trying to think of a time like that but with whites, Asians or Mexicans...and I literally can't.

[–] • 1 pt

Shreveport was an interesting place when I was there about 5 years later. I understand what you mean.