The Doc's Verdict

[railenthe]

11:08 AM.  The office is full of people talking in soft voices, a counterpoint to the healthcare channel stock loop. 

There appears to be some kind of problem with my insurance card; the provider is so cheap that even if one does not use all of the provided services, they are all listed on the card.  Because of this there's a bit of a kerfuffle about what is actually covered.  This is taking long enough that I've actually the time to rant.

 

11:21 AM.  They finally processed the card.  This visit will cost me nothing, and so I am unconcerned about the stuff that needs to be done.

 

Now, if they find something...

 

The wait is irritating.  The outdated magazines suddenly look quite appealing.

 

11:50 AM.  I've just read an article in a fairly recent National Geographic about a series of experiments that produced--get this--domesticated foxes.  Positively fascinating and positively adorable.

 

12:20 PM.  My appointment was two hours ago.  I'm still in the waiting room.  A fast-food joint is in my future.  Had I known there would be such delay, I would have packed almonds.

 

1:13 PM.  I've finally been questioned, poked, prodded and otherwise interrogated about my conditions.

 

The dose of my beta blocker has been doubled, as well as the Imitrex.  As I write this I am on the bus, en route to what is probably a bad decision in my condition--greasy fast-food.  ... then again, NOT eating right now, five hours since a scanty breakfast, is probably a worse idea.  I'll just forego my double salt.

 

1:52 PM.  I seriously think I spend more time on the bus than at home.

 

After making a meal stop it was off to the pharmacy.  The prescriptions cannot wait.  A doubling on the strength of a beta blocker is a little alarming.  ... luckily, my Nook is handy along with the classics of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.  Master Sherlock, Take Me Away!

 

4:07 PM.  *impatient foot tapping*
Any time now.  I dislike the looks of that big beige blotch in my visual field.

 

5:17 PM. 

The day's loot.  Medicine, hair rescue, and a brush.

 

Oh, and gourmet potatoes.

 

Now I rest.  Let's just say the beta blockers make me... goofy.