Another work week is over. Seemed like a long one, too. Could be because it was the first "full week" in about a month. Could also be because I had been to yet another doctor's appointment that I came out feeling just WEIRD about. Could also be because I'm about sick of the medical field.
How come it seems that these days you go to the doctor, speak with them for five minutes, they throw some samples at you, schedule you to see a specialist, and throw you out the door? Wasn't there a time when doctor's actually took the TIME to care for you? Don't get me wrong...I actually like my doctor very much, but I'm just blown away how things have seem to become DIFFERENT since I was a young kid dealing with Spina Bifida and all its wonderful glories. It just seems odd that I go in about a pressure sore on my knee...and the doctor schedules me to go to a wound clinic at a hospital. I sort of felt like saying "okay, so you can't take care of it...that means no charge for the appointment, right?" I mean, come on... The other real beef of mine is that I'm informed that someone "from (their) office" would be scheduling the appointment. I thought immediately to myself "yep...it's going to be totally in the middle of the day and I'm going to have to miss at least a half day of work...after an already trying semester at school where I missed a lot of work for two separate illnesses." Sure enough, I get the call that it's in the middle of the morning on a workday. Apparently I'm not intelligent enough to make appointments.
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