The Dreaded Day
Sitting in the waiting room on old wooden waiting room seats and a stack of “highlight” magazines on my left.
Highlight mags were/or are kids magazines with search pics and puzzles and short stories
The waiting room smelled like some took a moth ball and threw it into a humidifier and followed up by lighting it on fire.
There were tons of corny pictures on the walls of the room to help ease the kids before they enter the dragon (aka see the doctor) for their annual check up, a flu shot or just a physical for a team sport.
I was there for my check up and of corse there are 13 kids before me so I have to sit here and stare at the picture of the cartoon doctor holding a needle that said “you can trust me” while gazing through the same magazine for the 3rd time.
Finally I get called into he room and the worst awaited time of life always happens.
“Ok PETER” he calls me Peter 1 of only 4 people in my life that call me by my full name.
“Let see how much you weigh?” says the Doc.
Hands down the worst 6 words combination for me.
I know how much I weight man lets just get to it, I say to myself.
How do I know? I weight myself every morning
“Well thats not a good weight to be at your age” said Doc as he writes some stuff down on the chart.
I was 11.
I was fat.
These were my one of my dreaded days.