Where Depressors Live

After my abbreviated waiting room visit yesterday, I was ushered into a little room. After the nice nurse (who liked my work) took my signs and left, I was left alone. The room was white. The only feature worthy of my attention was the little shelf that held the jar that held the tongue depressors. […]

Waiting Interrupted

Don’t you just hate it when the doctor is on time?  I made sure I got to the office with time to spare just so I could spend some time sketching. I was wondering what kind of interesting people would in the waiting room. I was disappointed when no one was there. I was making […]