I Just Remembered Why I Never Go to the Doctor
Yesterday was like the day from hell. It started off pretty normally. I went to work and everything was fine. At 10:30, I got a call. My grandmother was falling, acting strange and needed to be brought into the doctor. Since I'm the only one with a job where I can just leave without losing salary or taking vacation, I was nominated. Oh joy.When I got to her apartment, there were 40 people waiting for the elevator. As that would mean a half hour wait, I climbed the stairs. All 12 flights. Thankfully, my grandmother was dressed when I got to her place and we only needed a half hour to put her shoes and coat on and get out the door. A minor miracle.
Next came the real fun - getting into my truck. My admin was bright enough to have called down to facilities and managed to get me a step stool, so at least we had that going for us. After about 10 minutes of wrangling, my grandmother and all of her things were in the car.
Urgent care was a fun experience. They didn't want to see her because they couldn't do a full work up, but all I really wanted was a quick check of vitals and a test for UTI (which is generally what causes these symptoms). The waiting room had several hot guys coming in though. And I got to watch the Full House episode where Stephanie crashes the car into the house. Did I really watch this show as a kid?
The doctor was a nice young man (unmarried, I checked because V would expect me to), but totally out of his element when dealing with an elderly patient experiencing the problems that she was. He was kind of cute - Think Joe Mauer in a lab coat (Joe's not high on my scale of hotness but still not horrible). He was really nice to me and seemed quite earnest. I spent the entire time feeling horrible nausea because any medical facility makes me physically ill - the legacy of my wisdom teeth removal surgery. After waiting forever for the lab results, they decided she might have an infection. Yay this whole trip was not all for naught.
45 minutes of waiting for her prescription to be filled, followed by a seemingly endless, though yummy (they were serving fresh crepes for dessert) dinner and at 8 I was finally able to leave.
7 damn hours after starting out, I was finally done. I got home around 9 and crashed. Next time, I don't care if he doesn't get paid, it's A's turn.
posted by E @9:18 AM