But I Swear I'm Not a Republican

Today Dean and I went to the doctor's ostensibly to discuss the ultrasound results from last Wednesday. However, what actually happened is that we got there, I got weighed, I explained how very heavy maternity jeans were and that they should probably subtract seven to ten pounds, and then we waited for 20 minutes to see the doctor for all of 30 seconds so that he could tell us the results were not back yet. I think my doctor (who was assigned to me, by the way) is one of those guys who doesn't “put much stock” in ultrasounds anyway, and I think that because that's what he said. Modern science, shmodern science. Now I know this clinic has phones and that they use them, because I have to sit on hold for a very long time every time I call. So I am still trying to figure out why no one called me to have me reschedule my appointment until at least the results were in. With all the talk of health care reform going on in Congress now, my idea is to put every one of those Congressmen onto military health insurance, which would give lawmakers a good inside look of how socialized health care actually operates. The sad fact is, folks, even where life and limb are concerned, I think you really do get what you pay for.