the doctor is never particularly pleasant for me. But I couldn't put
it off any longer. It was time for my annual physical, and there was
no getting around it. So I picked up the phone and called for an
appointment. "I'd like to see Dr. Shimoya next week, please, if
that's possible," I said. Of course, it wasn't possible. The doctor was booked
until next month, the receptionist told me. "Okay," I said,
"let's schedule it for next month.‚"
When the day arrives, I drive over to the doctor and check-in
at the receptionist desk. I have to present my HMO card and pay the co-pay
of $15.00. The receptionist instructs me to go to waiting room B, down
the hall, first door on the right. So I go there and take a seat to wait.
And wait. And wait. Finally, my name is called and I go into see the
doctor. The nurse weighs me, takes my temperature and blood
pressure, and asks me why I'm there. I tell her it's time for my yearly
check- up. She tells me to follow her to the examination room,
and then to strip down to my underwear. Now I'm sitting on the exam
table, half- freezing, waiting for the doctor to show up . Finally,
he walks in, looks at my chart, and begins his examination.
"Breathe," he says, as he places the stethoscope on my chest.
"Breathe in and out slowly," he says. I do so. Then he checks my
throat and has me lay down to check my abdomen. Finally, he orders
a blood test and says, "Well, you're good for another year, Mr.
McQuillan." Thank goodness, I think to myself, and get dressed to leave.
Script by Dr. Jeff McQuillan