The doctor

I was late for my first class today. I was late because I went to the doctor. I'm not sick, but in order to get your work permit you have to have a note from the doctor. So, I went to the guy the school recommended. They told me that he spoke english, so I wasn't too worried about it. Elizabeth and I showed up around 9:30, but I didn't have my passport. So, while she waited in line, I ran about two Kilometers to my apartment and back to grab my passport. (yes, I said kilometers, you do the math) On the way back, I decided that I should tell the doc about my knee. I've been trying to run some and have really messed it up, It hurts when I walk .

    Anyway, I get back to the doc and elizabeth is still sitting and waiting, they haven't even taken her passport yet. I settle into the cramped wiating room full of sick looking eastern European men and wait. Eventually, the lady takes my passport and a while later tells me to come back. She points to a key and a cup saying something is czech the whole time. The cup was on the back of a sink and had obviously just been rinsed out (I've really admired the way the europeans recycle but this is too far). I peed in the cup and got sent back to the waiting room. I didn't actually see it but I've been told that the pee test is done purely on smell. Have fun little miss nurse. 

    When I finally got called to the doctor, it was the sketchiest room I had ever seen. The doctor was old, greasy, and fat, and spoke very little english. I sat down and answered a list of questions like. "Do you feel good?" "Are you sick?" and "Do your joints feel good?" All of witch I answered with a sound yes despite the fact that I want to cut my leg off everytime I take a step. Then, I took my shirt off while he pressed on my abdomen and that was it. So, I made a contract with my friends that if I get a disease that isn't currable with WebMD.com then they will shoot me. 

    By the time I got out of there it was 12:30 and I still hadn't planned my lesson. So, I was late.