A few nights ago a friend was sharing about how his mother hates going to see her doctor because he’s always making her feel bad – for being ALIVE. I don’t blame her.
*Every* Korean male doctor I had as a kid had the same effect on me.
One time my mom took me to see Dr. Kim because I woke up with what appeared to be some sort of rash (or hives) on my arm after sleeping over at a friend’s house. Turns out I had just been eaten alive by mosquitoes (I had close to 30 bites on one arm). The doctor recommended an OTC anti-itch gel, but not before saying, “It’s because you eat too much. Mosquitoes like fat kids.” Or something like that. He said it in Korean so this is a rough translation.
And then whenever I would go see Dr. Park, he’d usually open with “Wow, you getting BIG! A little chubby chubby, no?”
I would have flipped him the bird if my dad was not head pastor at the time.
And I no longer see Dr. Kim or Dr. Park.