I have discovered that a trip to the Doctor's in Dallas is exactly the same as in England: you wait, you fill out forms, you wait, you get weighed, prodded, poked, you wait, you experience blood loss, answer probing questions and embarrass yourself (I'm pretty sure I freaked my doctor out by holding his hand a couple of times when, looking back, I think he was initiating a manly handshake. Well, what does he expect when he takes me into a room with Disney characters painted on the walls?!)
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