Waiting for the Doctor, after a nurse has checked my oxygen levels, put me on a scale, written down my issues on her note pad, the examining room is as basic as the intake procedure.

There are some Q tips in a little jar next to the sink. There is an examination table with a paper sheet on top of it..There is a secure box for used needles, a few magazines in a little rack on the wall. A medical equipment tool is close by, used to peer deep into ear canals. There are posters on the walls warning and informing about flu season, shingles, sexually transmitted diseases and a chart that indicates what weight I should be for my height.  In some rooms like this, doctors display their certificates of graduation from medical schools and photos of their kids.

In most examination rooms, wherever they have been, I have had this exact same bone chart to occupy my mind.

We have 206 bones in our bodies when we get to adulthood.

What I can’t figure is why this guy is always smiling around the world and why he has such a good set of teeth?

Put him in a nice set of clothes and he could be life of the party.

His teeth look better than half the adult population of the United States and he has a big future promoting the American Dental Association.

He wasn’t, by a look at his choppers, a drug abuser.

206 bones is a lot of architecture. 

 

 

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