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| I had an accident with my Vespa scooter the other morning on my way to work, and I ended up only walking away with some scratches and cuts on my fact side of the main part. Some idiot on his cell phone turned and didn't pay attention to me. I didn't want to take a chance, so I made an appointment to go in to see a doctor. When I showed up to my appointment I had to wait for my name to be called after I gave them all my paperwork. One of the nurses called my name and walked me back to anecdote of the exam rooms where I took a sofa on the table. She told me that the doctor would be right in, and she closed the door behind here. At one point I heard someone pick the clipboard up from hanging in the door and then there was a knock at the door. Dr. Toppinbottom came in and introduced himself as he started to look concluded my chart. I told him a little second of why I was there and as he went through my paperwork, noticed that there wasn't a date to save the last time I had a physical. The Doc explained to me that he wanted to perform a physical and would also make sure that I was okay from the accident. Having a unbroken look over from head to toe didn't sound so bad after what I had just been through, so I said that was fine. |
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