(If you have to be sick at least be sick in a picturesque place.
It's quiet except for local wildlife, and filled with every hue of green imaginable.
There are even fish ponds and seats outside.)
Case in point. I rock up on Tuesday for my appointment, green, shaking, just a little wobbly. The counter staff don't bat an eyelid. They just take me out back. Hand me a puke bag and let me lie down in the quiet treatment room. No hassle. No stupid questions. No, how's your mother? My GP walks in laughs and says well "that's not how my patients usually great me" as she spies my legs elegantly shoved up against the window frame. She didn't make a big deal about my shaking as I stood up. She didn't make a big deal when I took an hour and a half to put on my thongs (shoes not butt floss underwear), thanks to uncooperative shaky feet. She gives me the option for lying down in her room but doesn't push the point.
(It just doesn't feel like the road to a doctor's office)
She's helpful. She knows my case and also asks about my son's current issues. When she orders more tests and scans she gives me a heads up about a possible internal ultrasound because "you want to be mentally prepared when they start waving that thing around down there" (please, please, please let them get what they need from the outside sweep). As she hands me my new set of referrals she says "here's hoping for nothing new to be broken".
To top it all off her name is Cicily, which always makes me think of Northern Exposure.
The centre is in a gorgeous natural setting, and I love the decor. It's clearly a medical centre but minus the cold clinical feel of 98% of the doctors offices I visit. If you have to get felt up by strangers, this is my choice of location.
(It's red and Asian inspired, as soon as I walked in I knew it was the right fit)
Now I'm off to the old dark and dingy local hospital to be felt up by yet another stranger. Fun times.