The first time I go to the doctor, I see him sitting behind a teller’s pane at the hospital’s concierge desk. Jonas, from Sense8. He’s helping someone but i notice that his eyes follow me.
The second time I go, he is upstairs in my doctor’s office. He asks me what I need and I tell him that i’m looking for the sign-in sheet but i’m legally blind and it takes me a minute to spot the white paper on the white counter top. When I slide it over I notice it’s full of signatures with no space for mine. I hold it up to him, “Excuse me, this sheet is full.” He asks, “So what do you need?” I’m annoyed. “I need a new sheet.” “Good” he says the way a man congrats a dog. When I sign in he gives me my forms and tells me in a sing-song patronizing way, “I’ve written in here, that you’re smart. Very smart.” I look where he’s printed the word “smart” next to “Status:” He’s one of those fuckers that thinks blind means stupid. I hate him. I snatch my forms away from him and go to the waiting room. Where it asks for height and weight i scrunch tiny letters together to write a list of my crimes against those who have wronged me and the fines i happily paid to get away with it.