this morning #170.

this morning, a routine visit to the doctor was testing her patience. the waiting area was empty but the smell of old people was pervasive. scents of aging flesh & creeping death. sour medical topical lotions. at this third-world excuse for a doctors’ office, “10am appointment” was only a figure of speech. the absence of old magazines on the end tables made the waiting all that much harder. if she kept up her current time-passing toe tapping, she was liable to break through the cracking floor tile. if she hadn’t been so concerned about the pain in her neck, she wouldn’t put up with this type of treatment. she needed the treatment. an unhealthy american health system in all its glory.