I hate the doctor. I never really go. Today I decided, however, to not let this pesky sore throat turn into the whooping cough as I normally would.

Who knew the hardest part of the appointment would be the nurse’s preliminary questions:

Nurse: Are you a smoker?

Me: Nope.

Nurse: Have you ever?

And this is where I get awkward. Did she not believe me because I am hoarse? I just told her I was here for a sore throat…

Me: Well yeah, um, I have a few times before. But…

Nurse: But not regularly?

Me: Oh. No. I have never been a “smoker”.

Nurse: That’s what I meant.

What is it about the doctor’s office that makes you want to confess every small vice? Can you have too much transparency?