Actually, her new furniture would be an odd choice for any doctor’s office. The bulky, angular furniture was as unpleasant as stone to sit on. Looked swell, though. Strangely, the toys looked shabby and overused. I wondered about the priorities of the decorator.
The problem wasn’t entirely the furniture. My poor lady parts ached. I could not sit down! The couches had no cushions, and even a stack of Highlights magazines gave no relief. I had to ask the receptionist for an office chair to sit on. With surprise she told me that no one had mentioned the uncomfortable seats before. I would have been offended if they had been in their new location for more than a week. As it was, I gave her a wan smile and gratefully sat down.
Egor quickly became bored with the wait and began rolling his eyes and making faces. At least he wasn’t moaning, “Skuchna!” (“Boring”) in deep baritone. The nurse, Lupe, who took us to the exam room managed to pronounce Artyom’s name correctly the first time. She weighed him and Dr. Coppola joined us. She fielded questions for the next half hour, encouraging us to call the nurse if we have any questions. I wonder if she knows how neurotic I am. Heh.