My first WEB-LOG...
Didn't think this was going to be the topic but whateve, that's life. So here I am sitting in the ER at the ever lovely and pleasant Presbytarian Hospital in Charlotte NC...much to my dismay I can't really schedule for illness as much as my Type A personality would love to. Kidney Stones is the word on the streets, or at least the accusation by the less than enthuastic but lovely Doc I dealt with a few days ago. I thought I was being all the wiser bypassing the trenches of ER-land by going to a walk-in clinic but it happened to be just a detour of sorts, almost a prelim visit before my inevitable visit which brought me here today, waiting semi patiently only bc of the accessibility of my trusty HP, my traveling companion.
Still in a great deal of pain but glancing around the room dashing from thoughts of "holy hell that man must be 111 years old (I think we are extra close now bc Im fairly sure he just peed in front of me) I must not complain to the receptionist regarding the order in which they consider when letting people past the illuminating doors to see the higher power" (whoa I mean the doc, not saying the old guy is gonna be seeing the real boss upstairs today) but gees by all means let him go ahead of me, he can't have much time left at all and Im bitching about the loss of an evening not my whole life.......but then I cannot help to think that I really should have brought my gun for just such an occassion, I could lightly graze my leg with a bullet, that should get the doors swinging open, really?! nobody likes to see blood....
So if this extremely uncomfortable inconvience is in fact kidney stones I think they should go kick rocks!
Didn't think this was going to be the topic but whateve, that's life. So here I am sitting in the ER at the ever lovely and pleasant Presbytarian Hospital in Charlotte NC...much to my dismay I can't really schedule for illness as much as my Type A personality would love to. Kidney Stones is the word on the streets, or at least the accusation by the less than enthuastic but lovely Doc I dealt with a few days ago. I thought I was being all the wiser bypassing the trenches of ER-land by going to a walk-in clinic but it happened to be just a detour of sorts, almost a prelim visit before my inevitable visit which brought me here today, waiting semi patiently only bc of the accessibility of my trusty HP, my traveling companion.
Still in a great deal of pain but glancing around the room dashing from thoughts of "holy hell that man must be 111 years old (I think we are extra close now bc Im fairly sure he just peed in front of me) I must not complain to the receptionist regarding the order in which they consider when letting people past the illuminating doors to see the higher power" (whoa I mean the doc, not saying the old guy is gonna be seeing the real boss upstairs today) but gees by all means let him go ahead of me, he can't have much time left at all and Im bitching about the loss of an evening not my whole life.......but then I cannot help to think that I really should have brought my gun for just such an occassion, I could lightly graze my leg with a bullet, that should get the doors swinging open, really?! nobody likes to see blood....
So if this extremely uncomfortable inconvience is in fact kidney stones I think they should go kick rocks!
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And nobody likes to see blood?!? What is this nonsense of which you write? Speak for yourself, lil' lady, for I'd be the most ineffective EMT of all time.
I'd just stand there at the scene of an accident, la Butthead, going "cool..."