I had been a little bit of under the weather in the past couple weeks. I think it’s allergy or something. I had occasional asthma attacks and all allergy symptoms you can think of. I was actually surprised to see myself getting asthma attacks because I hadn’t had ones for long long time. I thought maybe if I waited for a bit, it would go away, so I kinda ignored the fact that maybe I should see M.D. people. Then, last week, I couldn’t sleep at all because of stupid asthma. I thought about going to E.R., but I thought about all hassle I had to take in order to go to E.R., and all waiting time I would have there. So, I didn’t go. But, since I wasn’t so stupid, I did went to the health center on campus. Although I made an appointment, I waited over 30 minutes, and I was kinda cranky. Then, when I saw my doctor, I got freaked out. He was super fat. I mean really. I could hear his shallow breathing, and I thought, “well, are you having asthma attack too??” Of course, he was not. He was just running out of breath because he probably had to walk 10 feet in order to get to the room I was in from the room he was in. He asked me if I smoked, and well, I don’t, so I told him I never smoked. Then, he said, “oh good. You shouldn’t start smoking.” Ah, hello? What made you think I would start smoking after 30 years of absent of smoking in my life?? I was like, “well, maybe you should stop eating, so you would be able to walk for long distance without running out of your breath.” I thought about it, but I did not vocalize it because I am a nice person. I do not have a problem with fat people, but I do have a problem with fat medical doctors. It’s like having fat personal trainer. It just does not make sense at all. I have to see him again in this week, so well, yay...