I hate doctors.

I have a problem with doctors. It's like a phobia. Except it's completely legitimate. I don't know what it is about me, but doctors never believe I'm sick. I'm stuck in bed for an entire summer and the doctor says I have poor coping skills. I have headaches so bad I forget what it feels like not to be in pain and the doctor says I'm lying. That is all in the past, so I'm trying not to be bitter about it. I was mostly over it. Was. Until today.

I've had the world's worst cold the past few days. I was going to be tough and just pretend like I'm not really sick, because that's what I do. But after I couldn't sleep for coughing and my head felt like it was going to explode every time I moved and I hadn't eaten for two days, I decided I should give in and go to the doctor. I still had this doctorophobia, but after multiple people assured me I really should go to the doctor, I felt sure (kind of) that it would go okay. Right...

Doctor: Do you have the flu?
Me: No. I don't think so.
Doctor: Well, if you don't have it, you're going to get it from coming here. This is a bad place to come during flu season.
Me:
Doctor: Let me look in your throat.
Me: AAAH
Doctor: Let's try again.
Me: AAAH
Doctor: I can't see in there.
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH [idiot.]
Doctor: You just have a sinus infection. Medicine won't help. You'll just be sick for a week.
Me:
Doctor: Do you still want the medicine?
Me: Yes. [That's why I came here, isn't it?]
Doctor: Are you allergic to anything?
Me: Yes. [and I give him the list.]
Doctor: Those aren't allergies. Those are side effects. Anybody can get those. You die from allergies.
Me:
Doctor: Come back if you get the flu.
Me:

I hate doctors.