History is shaped by our hands.

Yesterday I had a doctor's appointment. It was a surprise doctor's appointment, as opposed to a planned one.

See, I've been having trouble hearing out of my right ear for the past couple days. Apparently, I have alergies. I've never had alergies before. They decided to wait until my 27th year of life to surface. Okay, fine, I can accept that. However, clogging my ear with goo and preventing my hearing is not acceptable. I'm sorry alergies, but I'm going to the doctor to do something about this.

I arrive at the doctor's office and wait nervously. This is the first time I'd been to this doctor, so I have no idea what I'm in for. The doctor I had been going to for 26 years is no longer covered by my health insurance so it was time to find someone new; and this had been driving me nuts. I don't like doctors to begin with, so the thought of a new one attending to me practically had my skin crawling.

I hear my name called and I look up from my magazine. And that's when a little piece of heaven hit me. Tammy, the most beautiful nurse in the world was calling my name. She took me to the examination room where she asked me a bunch of questions. I couldn't tell you what she asked me; I was too busy looking to see if she had a ring on her finger. No ring... cool. Then she left and the doctor arrived. Back to reality for me. Blah blah your allergies aren't bad. Blah blah they must have flared up last week. Blah blah you don't need medication. Blah blah Tammy will come back in a few minutes and flush out your ear for you. Now I'm listening! Tammy is coming back!

Tammy returns and takes care of business for me, and not in the sexual way. She cleaned my ear, you sickos. Then she sends me on my way with my hearing perfectly fine again.

I think I need to go back to the doctor's office. I feel a cold coming on. *cough, cough* I'm sick. Tammy, make it better!

Some of you have your precious Subway delivery guy. I have my nurse.