New to Miami, we didn't have a doctor, and when my husband's temperature soared one weekend, we decided to go to the closest clinic to our home. After waiting nearly 2 hours, we were finally ushered into the doctor's consult room, where pics of him with Paris Hilton adorned the walls (no kidding!) and his office next door had electric guitars hanging on the walls. Then he came in! No exaggeration, he had blond spiked hair and was in head-to-toe black clothes with chains hanging from his hip. He ...
