I hate going to the doctor. I’m not sick, mind you. I’m here against my will. I’m here because I’m being extorted by my work.
“Get a physical, blood work, and take our simple wellness survey and you can save $600 this year on your insurance premium.” This is what they say.
What they mean is, “Jump through these hoops or we’ll be taking even more out of your paycheck for what was a BENEFIT when you were originally hired.”
Finally made it to an exam room. There’s nothing to look at except these weird anatomical drawings of arms. Frankly, they’re creeping me out.
And so I wait.
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