why I hate going to the doctor's

Right - I had to wait in line for a long time, then they tell me that their computer is showing that I'm supposed to have an appointment with a different doctor than the one I thought I was supposed to see, and therefore, I should be in the other line. Then I wait another half an hour to actually get into an exam room, only to have to walk right back out to get on the weight scale and look at an eye chart. The PA was very sloppy about adjusting the weight scale - I begin to suspect that perhaps all those stats about how fat we are in this country aren't accurate since they don't bother to get an accurate weight reading at the doctor's office. In the 21st century, you'd think they'd get digital scales rather than keeping those old ones with the little bars that you have to move, and while we're at it, why can't I move the little bars? I'm the one on the scale, after all, and I'd certainly be more accurate about it. I happen to know how much I weigh, thank you very much, and it's 10 pounds off (at least) in the medical record the PA was scribbling on. Who knows what he said about my eyesight. Finally, the doctor rushed it, rushed through my exam, and rushed out again. I realize I'm not suffering from any ailment, nor am I old and frail and about to keel over, but come on, at least pretend that I'm a patient.