Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Ninety-Two

“You have reached your destination,” the automated female voice announces, breaking the continuous, monotone sound of the running engine.

I’m finally here…after missing two exits, taking more than a few wrong turns, circling the same goddamn roundabout at least three times, and then later getting lost on a road undergoing major reconstruction—which I can’t for the life of me understand why anyone would greenlight any kind of extensive road construction during the bloody winter, especially in a state like Wisconsin.

I admit, much like my parallel parking skills, my sense of direction is pretty much shit. It’s a fucking miracle I wasn’t pulled over by the cops, or that my car hasn’t run out of gas and shut down on my ass yet. But at least I’m here.

I think.