God, I feel like I live at the doctor's office lately...

I guess this is what happens when you don't go to the doctor for 7 years...when you finally DO go to a doctor, they tell you that you need to go to 14 other doctors that you also haven't gone to in 7 years...and when there's even something stupid and little wrong, they refer you to 17 other doctors, who refer you to 19 more...and before you know it, you have taken 26 straight days off from work for doctor's appointments...AND you think, "Oh, well, it's okay cause I have health insurance now." But, NO, you come to find out that your insurance only pays for part of these visits, and that 10 minute visit to the orthopedic doctor actually cost you 75 bucks. 75 bucks?! AND that physical therapist he sent you to is costing you 20 bucks a visit, you paid 10 bucks for your prescription co-pay, and 12 bucks for the knee brace....YEESH.

The other thing I've realized with this whole medical care experience is that had I been going to the doctor for the past seven years, I probably would be 100 times more comfortable with my own nudity and/or general physical contact. I never really thought about the about of general groping you get at the doctor and I definitely didn't know I would have to get fully necked for my physical. Thank God I have a female doctor. I know this sounds really dumb, but this is Sam we are talking about. My boobs haven't been seen by all that many people (I'm not even just talking about boys- people in general). Another thing I'm working on... But anyway, not only did my doctor poke and prod my naked body, but then her 2 medical assistants came in and attached EKG stickers all over my boobies...my poor freezing cold boobies...Hell, at this point, I'm ready to strip down and wander aimlessly through the streets of New York.

Damn. Katherine McPhee is good...sorry, watching American Idol.

Then I had my second appointment of the day at the podiatrist. Now this guy was reasonable. Not only did he only ask me to remove my shoes and socks, but he also told me he would call and make sure my insurance covered the orthotics before he ordered them because they were very expensive. Now this is my kind of guy!

Morningwood's "The Nth Degree" is in like every other commercial. Sorry, still multitasking...

Which brings me to the following question: Why the hell would anyone (especially a clearly-nice guy like this one) choose to be a podiatrist of all things? Feet are pretty much the nastiest things on the planet. AND if someone's coming to a podiatrist, that means they have something WRONG with their feet...which probably makes them even nastier. Seriously, the brochures on the wall of the waiting room included: Hammer Toes, Funghal Problems, Nail Problems, Corns and Calluses, Warts, and bunions. Nast.

Wow, it's amazing that even after being out of the Page Program for over a year, I still flashback to Mini Control every time I hear the theme to Scrubs...sorry, TV's still on...this post is another long rambling one. Guess I'll stop and just watch the damn television. OH, watch Teachers tonight if you get a chance on NBC. I'm fairly certain it's not actually going to be good, but Justin Bartha (the star of the show) went to my high school. he was a senior when I was a freshman and he was the star in the school musical. I was in the chorus and the special "dance chorus." It was Sondheim's "Merrily We Roll Along" and he was fabulous-- and dreamy. Damn.