I've just been to the doctor as I've had a winter bug and been off work for the last week. I'm finally well enough to get out of bed, so I went to get a doctors certificate today so that I can go back to work tomorrow (even though I'm not even better).
Anyway, I go in and he asks what's wrong. I said I've been sick with cold/flu like symptoms (nasal congestion, headaches, muscle aches, fever, sore throat, earaches etc.) since last Thursday.
I had JUST finished speaking and he goes "Oh so you're here for a prescription?" and looked me up and down with this snide look on his face as if he thought I was a drug addict or something.
I told him that actually no, I didn't want any drugs, and that I was starting to feel better on my own. I just needed a doctors certificate for work.
He looked at me and made a sound like he was surprised that I worked and then said "And how many MORE days do you think you will be taking off?" as if I was faking an illness to get out of working!!! I'm so upset and angry.
Then he made me take off my shirt so he could listen to my chest. I have a lot of moles on my back which I get checked regularly and am quite paranoid about, and he goes; "I don't know if you realize this, but you've got very 'moley' skin. You will need to get it checked every three months". Firstly, is 'moley' even a word? Secondly, thats exactly what I needed to hear to not feel so self conscious about my appearance. Thirdly, no sh!t Sherlock, I didn't happen to notice that whilst showering every day since I was born!
Then (yes, there's more!), he started making small talk and insinuated that the entry level job I'm currently working in is what I'll be doing for the rest of my life. I told him that actually I am studying to become a teacher and he goes; "But you're already 26! By the time you finish you'll be 31, then you'll want to settle down and have kids of your own and you'll never even use your degree! Why are you even bothering?"
At that point I just stopped responding to him.
What an arrogant piece of sh!t. I feel like crying. So basically, he knew me for 5 minutes and decided I was an unattractive failure ... And then charged me $50 for the pleasure. Great.