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You know, I recently attended a funeral, and it got me thinking about how different it is from going to the doctor. At a funeral, people wear all black, they're somber, and there's this hushed atmosphere like you're in a library. It's like everyone's afraid of waking up the dead, or maybe they're just mourning the demise of their favorite TV show. Now, compare that to the doctor's office. People are in their colorful, mismatched socks, magazines are being flipped through like they're on a game show, and there's always that one guy on his phone arguing with someone about whether pineapple belongs on pizza. It's like the waiting room is the backstage of a chaotic reality show, and the doctor is the host trying to bring order to the madness.
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You ever notice how we trust Google more than our doctors these days? I mean, you go to the doctor, and they give you a diagnosis, and you're like, "Hold on a minute, Doc. Let me fact-check you real quick." I'm sitting there in the waiting room Googling symptoms, and suddenly I'm convinced I have a rare disease only found in exotic birds. But here's the thing, Google doesn't sugarcoat things. You type in a symptom, and it's like, "You might have a mild cold, or you could be on the brink of extinction. Consult a doctor or start building your nest." It's like Google's preparing you for the worst-case scenario, just like a funeral director but with more gifs and less flowers.
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You ever notice how going to the doctor's office is a lot like attending a funeral? I mean, think about it. You walk into both places with a sense of dread, not knowing what you're going to find. The waiting room might as well have a sign that says, "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." And the doctor, they always have that serious face, right? It's like they're preparing you for the worst news of your life. You half expect them to say, "I'm sorry, but it's terminal. You have a bad case of adulting, and there's no cure."
But the real kicker is the bill you get afterward. I swear, it feels like I should've been handed a eulogy instead of an invoice. "Here lies your bank account, dearly departed after your visit to Dr. Moneybags.
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I went to a new doctor recently, and I swear, the waiting room looked like it could double as a funeral home. It had that soft, soothing music playing, dim lighting, and comfortable chairs that were probably more expensive than my car. I half expected the receptionist to offer condolences instead of asking for my insurance information. And then they call your name, and you're ushered into this room with white walls, a bed, and an eerie silence. I'm thinking, "Am I here for a checkup or auditioning for a role in a medical drama?" They even had those gloves that snap when the doctor puts them on. I felt like I was on the set of "CSI: Hypochondria.
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