Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Walk in Clinic.

I have been sick for weeks now. I thought it was strep throat, and then it turned into a head cold. And then it turned into what I was sure was a sinus infection. I have spent way too much money on remedies that google suggested I have. The best one being:


with a close second being my sickness fallback:


Nyquil and I have a very close and dangerous relationship spanning many years. I used to use it just to fall asleep - but now I reserve it specifically for nasty, nasal clogging illnesses. This sickness alone I drained an entire bottle. 

Anyway - after weeks of illness, and sleeping in for work twice (thank god for the most patient home care boss I have ever met. Well I have only met one - but this one is really nice) I finally found time to drag myself to a walk in clinic. 

I gave the lady my information. And I waited. and waited. All told I only was there for 2 hours - which is a roaring success as far as I am concerned.

While I was waiting, the girl next to me suddenly divulged that she just needed 2 stitches removed. She had tried to do it herself, but just couldn't figure it out. I was like - SERIOUSLY? Come here, I can take out your stupid stitches. But lucky for both of us, she got in next.

Then. An asthmatic came and sat down next to me. She took her newly obtained symbicort (i could tell because it was red) out of the bag and tried to use it. It was a disaster. She didn't know anything about it! So what could I do but teach her everything I know about symbicort. I told  her how you have to twist the bottom of the turbuhaler until you hear a click, inhale deeply and hold. She was surprised that I knew this. 
I told her I was a respiratory therapist. This is only a half-lie, I am nearly really a respiratory therapist!! Then I told her about how she should rinse her mouth or she would get thrush - and then she was really impressed with this medicine that some doctor in the ER had prescribed. 

I felt pretty good about having performed my good deed for the day. Little did I know I was about to be punished.

For the next 30 minutes the asthmatic lady went on and on about living in New York City, and driving in the Holland tunnel, and throwing money at the toll booth, and getting out of your car in the tunnel to talk to people you knew during rush hour traffic. I didn't buy this at all - "You knew people in the tunnel? I bet that didn't happen very often." She assured me it did, but then she qualified by saying it might just be people you recognized from prior times in the tunnel. 

And on.
And on.

And thank god I got called to see the Dr. next. 

1 comment:

  1. This is too funny. [I also like that she was brave enough to (improperly) take her Symbicort right beside you. What are the odds? That inhaler is freaking loud, I don't even use my Ventolin in eye/ear shot of people ;).]

    Just wait till you're a full-on RT and get to deal with making conversation all the time hehe :).

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