Not Too Big Yet

Right before I left to go to college, I went to the doctor to get a shot.
I may be eighteen, but I still go to a pediatrician.  The fact that I go to a pediatrician at eighteen never really hit me as being strange until this summer, when my dentist kicked me out because I was too old for his practice.  I had to switch to a dentist for adults.  That horrified me a little.  I'm a baby when it comes to doctors and dentists.  I'm afraid of being poked and prodded and it helps a lot when there are sweet nurses and stickers and prizes for being good.   :)
Visiting the adult dentist wasn't as bad of an experience as I thought it would be, but I was still afraid that my doctor would kick me out as well.  After all, I was about to leave for college, I'm legally an adult, I finished growing eight years ago...  But much to my relief, my doctor reassured me that he would keep me as his patient until I finished college.
I was very happy that I could keep the same doctor, and I still am.  I don't mind the fact that I see a pediatrician.
But anyway, I had to get a shot the day before I left for college.  Like always, I sat in the waiting room for about fifteen minutes, ready to be called in for my shot.  While I waited, something struck me.
This may be a long shot, but perhaps by the time I graduate college, waiting rooms like these will cause enough embarrassment that I will be quite willing to switch to a family doctor.
I guess we'll see. :)

For those of you who have been asking what college is like, I'm having a Q&A day about it on September 10, so leave your specific questions in the comments below or email them to me at jacksfavoriteowner@yahoo.com.