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Is It Just Me or Are Doctors Getting Prettier

January 18, 2012
hot doctor

hot doctor

I went to the doctor this week.

Before I get into my story, let me just say, I’m not one of those people who complain about the Canadian health care system. I used to see a skilled and talented doctor in a hospital. That’s right, my family doctor was located in a hospital. Once, after a three month tour through Europe, I went straight from the airport to the hospital because I had a nasty cough. She saw me immediately, without an appointment. The doctor said I had bronchitis or something and I was immediately whisked off to another area of the hospital for lung and other tests to assess the damage. It was determined I had some permanent lung and ear damage but everything else was fine. Years later, she died of cancer and I have yet to find myself another regular doctor. Instead, I just go to the walk in down the street. Which brings me to my actual blog. WTF is it with doctors getting prettier?

I used to see a very beautiful Indian doctor at this walk in. She also appeared younger than me, which is totally unfair because I’m only in my early thirties.  She recently left the clinic and I will be honest, I felt a mixture of disappointment (she is an excellent doctor) and relief. Perhaps I would get an ugly doctor with whom I would feel comfortable discussing any gross symptoms I might have.

I made my appointment late last week for Monday afternoon, my earliest convenience (I had to throw that in for all you Canadian health care haters) for a fairly benign reason. I had a small mole on my ribcage but, out of nowhere, it got a little bigger so I wanted to remove it. It sucks, really, because I liked the mole while it was small but it sits on my bra line and now it hurts when my bra rubs against it. Also, I have been having some stomach issues since I got back, so if there was time, I would mention that to the doctor.

I showed up to my appointment twenty minutes early and, as a result, got to listen to a woman snapping gum and cooing to her baby, who she named Beckham. WTF? I also caught a glimpse at my potential new doctor. He stood behind the counter, sporting a stethoscope casually around his neck, thick glasses (my kryptonite) and a full head of dark wavy hair. He was also just a tad on the chunky side, which, for some reason, added to his nerdy good looks and quirky hotness. “Oh hell no!” I think to myself. I’m not discussing stomach pains of any type with that guy. Then, out of nowhere, he is joined by a hot Indian doctor. “Holy shit! This is not good.”

“D.C.? The doctor will see you now.” Both doctors look up. A nurse leads me past them.

“So what would you like to discuss with the doctor today?”

“I have a mole on my ribcage I would like to have removed. It’s under my bra line.”

“Okay, just put on this robe. I don’t think you will need to remove your bra.”

“Sure I will. It’s right on the bra line. How will he remove it if he can’t see it?” She didn’t look convinced so I added “Don’t worry. I can still look demure in a blue paper robe with no bra under it.”

So the doctor came in and he was not one of the doctors from the waiting room. He was a slim blonde with eyes the colour of the sea and the prettiest teeth I had ever seen. Whew! Not my type. But still. I will not discuss anything other than moles with this guy. Behind him walked a nurse who I would have been very comfortable discussing any malfunction or malady that my body could possibly conjure.

“Hi D.C.. I’m Doctor Blah Blah Blah. This is Nurse Blah Blah Blah. Due to the nature of you issue, she will be overseeing us today.”

Apparently the clinic has a new policy that if a doctor is touching a female’s boobs, a nurse has to make sure there’s no hanky panky going on. Whatever.

“Sure. Hey, if you have the time, can you look at some more lumps, bumps and splotches?”

The doctor agreed. He kept looking at my jaw with great interest so I decided that that would be the splotch I ask about  first. He looked at all of my bumps and lumps, deemed them normal, removed the offending mole from my ribcage without barely touching my breast at all, and then examined the tiny little splotch on my jaw once more. We talked about how it came out of nowhere, it’s been there for about three months and how he would set up some tests. Then we moved on.

“Well, as you know, we’ve undergone some changes at the clinic. We will now be primarily appointment based, housing regular doctors so, unless you want to visit during the limited walk in hours, you will have to sign up for a regular family doctor. I’d be happy to be your regular doctor, if you’d like.”

“Oh. Um. I’m kind of partial to females. Do you have any females accepting patients?”

“Sure, we have one.” He looked at my chart. “You saw her once last year.”

“Oh.” Shitty. I hated that doctor. I told her all of my symptoms, she acted like I made half of them up and then told me she’d set up an appointment with a specialist but she never did.

So, here is my conundrum, dear readers (by the way, I’m impressed you made it this far into my story). Do I see a doctor who I will likely lie to about my symptoms, or do I see a doctor who I will tell all my symptoms to, and she will likely ignore half of them? Oh geez.

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9 Comments leave one →
  1. January 18, 2012 8:10 pm

    D.C, I can never resist one of your stories featuring hot guys, doctors or otherwise! (I always know there will be a pic). I’d go with the hot doc myself. That might make me dread going to the doctor less!

    • January 19, 2012 5:24 am

      I have more hot doctor pics tomorrow! Gotta love Threesome Thursday!

  2. Tara Lain permalink
    January 18, 2012 9:49 pm

    I had a surgeon who was o hot when i went into surgery my husband who was holding my hand said “Is this elective surgery?” Then, when my next doctor proved to be equally hot my husband accused me of choosing them from a catalog. Go with the hot ones, dear. Of course! : )

    • January 19, 2012 5:25 am

      Wow. Pure genius. Why has no one created a hot doctor catalog before?

  3. January 19, 2012 12:44 am

    This is great! I love this story. I’ve never been in this situation before lol. All of my doctors are older and female.

    • January 19, 2012 5:26 am

      Lucky! (Please picture that said in my best Napoleon Dynamite voice)

  4. January 19, 2012 6:00 pm

    I just saw an absolutely gorgeous dermatologist yesterday, perfect skin and no detectable makeup. All doctors are younger than I am now but the ONE thing I can’t stand is a doctor who ignores your concerns. P.S.: If you read “Astoria Story” I had an encounter with a “Dr. Hottie” in my teens.

  5. January 31, 2012 8:13 pm

    Went to a clinic I’d been going to for years for back pain. I showed up with my hair in bun, no make-up and sweats, expecting to be seen by the usual older indian gentleman . To my surprise, in walks this very good looking, young white doctor, and all I could think of…Why didn’t I shave my legs for this physical?

    As for your predicument, I’d say go with the good looking one and just tell all your symptoms to the nurse BEFORE you see him. At least then you get a little eye candy during your visit.

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