I managed to pick myself up a case recently, and it wasn't the kind
you bring home for a backyard barbecue. I surmised I pretty much had bronchitis
so I carted myself off to urgent care. Forget about trying to get in to see my
regular doc at the beginning of ick season, he was booked solid. I went to the
same urgent care I have used before since they are usually pretty efficient.
When I arrived I was the only one in
the waiting room, which only proves my point; if you are going to get sick do
it early in the morning, the lines are shorter. I sat and filled out the
normal paperwork crapola and sat down to wait. I began to wonder if everyone there was
updating their Facebook page and why I was still waiting to go in; there was no
one there but me. After about 15 or 20 minutes the triage technician lady came out and called my name. We ran through
all the usual vitals stuff and she told me to wait for the doc. I kicked back with
my Kindle to wait for the docs appearance, which didn't take very long.
The doc did the usual poking and prodding,
peering in orifices and listening to my chest, then told me she wanted a chest
x-ray. A few minutes later back in comes
the same technician and says, ‘I’m the x-ray tech too, follow me.” Off I thus troggled to the x-ray room. I elicited a giggle when I explained she needed to turn the slide on end because I
have long lungs. She remarked she wished more people would remember that. I didn't realize it was that common and I thought it was kind of weird when an
x-ray tech pointed that out to me many years ago, so I've made a point to remember.
After that it was back to wait for results and
see the doc again. She gave me a few scripts and told she wanted to give a shot
of some kind of antibiotic to get my healing kick-started. Guess who was handed the job of antibiotic
archer? Yep, it was the same triage, x-ray tech. I told her she needed to get
paid more; she agreed. She put a
band-aid on my hip over the injection spot, handed me some papers and sent me
on my way.
The fun began later, depending on your
point of view. I‘m not a big fan of band-aids; they either keep trying to fall
off or collect every stray bit of fuzz I
get near when I am wearing one. I decided this one needed to go; it wasn't covering anything that big. Bad idea I had there. I had a bit of trouble trying
to get it started to pull it off since it was in a rather odd spot, though I
finally managed to pull it loose – along with a few pieces of skin.
A gander at the mirror confirmed my
suspicions; I had a nice connect the dots in the shape of a band-aid on my ass.
In between giggles and ouchs I received an assist from my better half
in finding a bigger one to cover my new body art.
