Two days ago I had a physical, and the dude who took my blood pressure, weight/height, etc was a black guy who, when he called me back, didn't even say my name. He just looked at me in the waiting room and was like "You." I called him out when he was doing the medical stuff "You didn't even call my name. How did you know it was me??" and he was like "I know."
So he starts flirting with me (ew he had tattoos. definitely been in jail aka butt raped), and he asked if I had a boyfriend, etc. When that f**ker left my room, and I was laying there texting my friend, and he pops in after 10 minutes and is like "She'll be in here soon" and I'm like "ok" and he was like "Are you resting?" What the h3ll fake Weezy? I am laying in a doctor's office with nothing on but my underwear and hospital gown, on top of paper that crinkles with every turn I make. Of course I'm not resting. This isn't a nap time. But of course knowing me I laugh and I'm sarcastic (Kaye and I have learned sarcasm is NOT the way to a man's heart) "yeah yeah I'm resting".
He leaves. 10 more minutes go by, no doctor. He then knocks again and pops his head in and is like "The doctor wants you to give me your phone number" Ok. What do you do in the circumstance? In my head I'm like "If I say no, this will be awkward more than I can even imagine. I will see him when I am walking out, he will probably be the one who gives me my HPV shot and draws my blood. What the hell? He has my medical chart too. HE KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME (including how awful I look in doctor office lighting). Way to ask for my number at my most vulnerable state." So I am again sarcastic and I say "So, the doctor wants me to give you my number?" and he is like "I want your number" and I am like "Well why don't you just look at my damn chart?" and he is shocked and goes "Really??" but of course I'm yell "NO!" so then I give it to him. HOW DO YOU SAY NO???? Then I have to type it in his phone yadda yadda.
After my exam, he IS the one who ends up administering my Gardasil shot, along with my tentanus and blood work. Of course I pretend to not like needles and blood (I mean of course I don't LOVE needles, but I if you pretend to really dislike them, you don't have to make conversation, you can look forward "in fear" and not have to say a word....), but after he was done with it, he wanted to chat, and he like snaps in front of my face like "get out of the trance... it's over". Well then I'm all sarcastic with him again, and he apparently doesn't know white girl sarcasm well and he gets all like "??" and ghetto. After all that was done he was like "I'll call you." I mean, the positive thing is, is that he had enough decency to not say "I'll holla atchu".
God damm*t. Where all the white men at asking for my number???
I am switching doctors.
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