Thankfully by the time we got there I quit bleeding through my band-aids. Apparently "urgent care" are merely words-not actions. I spent most of my time in the room where the needles are kept. I got a few 'fake-out' doctor visits, I guess it was a rusty/tetanus-shot-needing-day because they kept coming in to the room I was in to retrieve needles. Needles are pictured in the lower left corner.
They took off my nicely covered band-aid and then left me there, with an open wound for another hour. Its not much too look at, but it bled like it was auditioning for a Kill Bill movie.
But not to worry my burly my nurse who refused to give me the tetanus shot in the bum-shabbily slapped a band-aid on. How can you put a band-aid on so crappy and tight with such little effort or eye contact with what you are intending to bandage? But that's besides the point. I get to do another round of being ignored in a room, I have to go back for a check up tonite.
Is it just me or does this light look like its yelling at me? All it needs is some furrowed eyebrows...Or perhaps the light is frightened. Or-! Maybe I was in this room too long by myself and was attempting to humanize objects. That's more likely the case.
Is it really necessary to strap down a small child? Why is this hanging here? Why can't I stop staring at it and wondering what has happened with that board?!?!
Please tell me this isn't a blood stain. I kept hoping someone was careless with coffee. Ugh. If they can't properly dispose of blood mere steps away from the hazardous material waste bin I could be in trouble.
This sign reads: 'We have the interest and desire in listen, really listen to what you are saying. Please don't ever hesitate to ask about anything you don't understand. You will be dealing with members of a team whose primary job is to serve you- we promise that you will never leaving feeling no one cares.'Pfffft. Whatever. I got that feeling everytime they came in and condescendingly told me that I would be seen, just not right now-there were a few more people ahead of me, then pat my knee. What am I five? I don't need to be half-ass reassured that I am going to be seen.
Sidebar-I am getting better shampooing my hair with one hand!
