Medication...*

To quote Isaac Brock, "We're all doctors trading sadness for numbness".

Today I went to see my physician, who is a bit reminiscent of Dr. Nick from the Simpsons. I am forced to continue seeing this doctor of questionable credentials because of my need for medication and his willingness to prescribe whatever I ask for. I'm not a drug addict popping Percocet like Sweet Tarts. I simply have a small serotonin deficiency that only medication can correct. My doctor also owns a medical spa that is next to his primary care practice. Here is a short transcript of my appointment.
Dr. Nick: Anomie, my favorite patient!
Anomie: Hi Dr. Nick! How is your daughter?
Dr. Nick: Ah, she is well....(blah, blah, blah). So what brings you here today?
Anomie: Your office called me and told me to come in as a follow up to the nasty bout of Legionnaires Disease I had last month.
Dr. Nick: (Flipping through chart) Ah, yes....So you are well?
Anomie: I feel great.
Dr. Nick: Do you need any other prescriptions? You want six month supply of Prozac? Your skin looks great, more Retin-A?
Anomie: Sure, that would be great. I'm a bit worried about this freckle on my arm that has appeared. It is large and asymmetrical, do you think I should see a dermatologist?
Dr. Nick: No, it looks fine! Did you want to schedule another laser hair removal appointment next door while you're here. I can do it now. (Note: There is an entire family of eight in the waiting room.)
Anomie: Uhhh...I think you may be a little busy, there are a lot of people in the waiting room.
Dr. Nick: (Pshaw sound) Medicare. I make time for you.
Anomie: You know I feel pretty hairless, maybe next time.
Dr. Nick: Come back and see me soon yeah?
Anomie: Of course. Take care.

I need to find another doctor.

*Song by Modest Mouse