“I can’t wait until my next cardiology appointment,” said nobody, ever.
I suppose if someone had a really cute cardiologist, but they’d have to be exceptional.
She’s cute, but no thanks. She’s abrasive and she has a student doctor that can’t keep his hands to himself. So I don’t like going.
She’ll be upset that I didn’t finish the Holter monitor study she wanted me to have, but my fragile skin can’t tolerate the adhesive on the sticky pads for the electrodes. She’ll have to do with 36 hours instead of three weeks’ worth of data.