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I don't like going to the doctor. I will ignore symptoms until I'm really sick. Well, I'm really sick. I spent Saturday afternoon in the waiting room at the local Urgent Care because I don't have a doctor in the area. The Handsomest Man Alive, Part One, returned from a business trip to hold my hand in the waiting area. I was not well-behaved that afternoon. Twisiting and turning in my chair while complaining, moaning, and whining like a four-year old that 'I wanna go home.' He later told me that I had bequeathed all of my worldly goods to him in a poignant speech about how much I've enjoyed our limited time together now that I had but a very few days...hours...minutes to live. I was in pain, so my recollection of the incident is hazy, but the laughs are on him if he's counting on inheriting anything more than a vacuum that spits out more dust than it sucks up, and an elderly tortoiseshell cat.
The nice lady doctor poo-pooed my list of ailments. My examination amounted to having her look at me with a flashlight from across a windowless broom closet -- I was given a prescription and a cup. After I got my prescription filled -- the doctor called and said that my lab results had come back and I was indeed sick. I think she was surprised to come across someone who really was sick. I looked around that rogues' gallery of a waiting area, and decided most everyone else there wasn't THAT sick that it couldn't have waited for Monday. So I went back to the pharmacy that had been able to prepare my first prescription in twenty minutes and waited for an hour and a half for the real thing. I wouldn't have minded if I wasn't in pain all that time. And that's the thing about being sick -- when you're really sick -- it's the pain.
So Cinderella is taking a sick day. I'll be back as soon as the drugs kick in...
I don't like going to the doctor. I will ignore symptoms until I'm really sick. Well, I'm really sick. I spent Saturday afternoon in the waiting room at the local Urgent Care because I don't have a doctor in the area. The Handsomest Man Alive, Part One, returned from a business trip to hold my hand in the waiting area. I was not well-behaved that afternoon. Twisiting and turning in my chair while complaining, moaning, and whining like a four-year old that 'I wanna go home.' He later told me that I had bequeathed all of my worldly goods to him in a poignant speech about how much I've enjoyed our limited time together now that I had but a very few days...hours...minutes to live. I was in pain, so my recollection of the incident is hazy, but the laughs are on him if he's counting on inheriting anything more than a vacuum that spits out more dust than it sucks up, and an elderly tortoiseshell cat.
The nice lady doctor poo-pooed my list of ailments. My examination amounted to having her look at me with a flashlight from across a windowless broom closet -- I was given a prescription and a cup. After I got my prescription filled -- the doctor called and said that my lab results had come back and I was indeed sick. I think she was surprised to come across someone who really was sick. I looked around that rogues' gallery of a waiting area, and decided most everyone else there wasn't THAT sick that it couldn't have waited for Monday. So I went back to the pharmacy that had been able to prepare my first prescription in twenty minutes and waited for an hour and a half for the real thing. I wouldn't have minded if I wasn't in pain all that time. And that's the thing about being sick -- when you're really sick -- it's the pain.
So Cinderella is taking a sick day. I'll be back as soon as the drugs kick in...
1 comment:
Get Well soon - maybe a follow up visit, if you are still in pain, would be in order. I am so not a fan of going to the doctor either.
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