Every time they punch me up on the computer to check something, they see my long list of meds. Sometimes it’s the older lady or the Indian lady. Sometimes it’s one of the guys. Sometimes it’s the cute redhead. Hm, yes. Whoa, really? You’re taking that? And that? They’ve got you on those, too? So, you’re having trouble with---? Whoa.
They put on their professional face when they ask me if I have any questions but inside I know they’re thinking: Yikes!