Thursday, March 06, 2008
Doc In A Box
Yep, Doc In A Box, that is what my kid's pediatrician used to call those walk in clinics that you go to when you can't get an appointment with the usual doctor.
I have an ear infection. Being the idiot that I am, I went to work anyways. My eighth and ninth period classes were scheduled for an exam and I did not want to disappoint my students. I always hated it when a teacher was absent on a test day and I had to go home and study all over again. I called my regular doctor to get an appointment but, Ms. Bitch, the receptionist, said there was nothing available until tomorrow. Knowing I needed the anti-biotic, I hit Doc In A Box.
I walked into the office and was excited to see only one person waiting. I was sure I could get in and out in no time. No such luck. The receptionist took twenty minutes to sign me in. Then, I had another 15 minutes in the room waiting for the doctor. She looked, confirmed what I knew and told me she would give me a prescription for drops and the anti-biotic. I thanked her and walked out.
The woman at the front desk kept me waiting for another twenty minutes to finish the paper work and give me my prescriptions. Another bitchy receptionist, full of herself and the power she has over us poor mortals.
On the good side, I do have my medicine and the drops are already working. I think I'll wait until tomorrow to mark the exams. It's not a good idea to mark them in the mood I am in.