Wearing a paper towel.

Today I went to a new doctor. My old dermatologist moved. I avoided going and starting with another because, well, for no good reason.

I went to the new office, filled out a couple pages of information about myself and went back to an examining room. The nurse spoke to me for a few minutes, then handed me a folded paper thing and instructed me to hang my clothes up and cover myself with the paper sheet. She left the room and I did what she asked me to.

Even though she said paper sheet, my mind convinced me what she meant was paper hospital gown. Read the rest of this entry »