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 check ears. There are posters on the walls 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.
In most examination rooms, wherever they have been, I have been greeted by this same bone chart.
We have 206 bones in our bodies when we get to adulthood.
What I can’t figure is why this guy is always smiling and why he has such a good set of teeth?
Put this guy 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.