Yesterday I went to my primary care doctor for my annual physical. Apparently I’m healthy. Allegedly. I have a couple of upcoming appointments for routine maintenance, as do most people when they are a few years away from potential retirement.
But as I waited for my doctor to see me … I noticed something on a windowsill.
And I had a second.
And I had my phone with me.
So tell me, dear readers, how would you caption seeing this in your doctor’s office if you were a person with a case of White Coat Syndrome?

“Peter Parker, report to the X-ray Unit.”
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IDK, but I have White Coat Syndrome. Went to an oral surgeon last week, and my BP was 141 over something. Usually, the top number is between 110 and 125.
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It’s not wearing a white coat, so what’s the problem?
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