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captain_slinkyPosting about this on April 2nd so you know that, yes, it is real.
Sprained my ankle bad enough to make me consider not going to Emerald City Comic Con - which, if you follow my Blog at all you will know is THE event that I look forward to each and every year :(
I'm depressed and angry. Finally I have somebody to direct my anger towards - my stupid doctor. Called him to say "HEY! I'm in pain! I need some meds!" and he was *supposed* to call in a prescription for Ibuprofen, but as of 6:30 last night the pharmacy had still not heard from him (and they checked with all the other Rite Aid Pharmacies just to make sure it didn't go to the wrong one). After the rush-job he did on my diagnosis last night (20 minutes from check-in to sitting in the car, and that included more time getting my X-Ray done than it did seeing the actual doctor) I'm very ready to switch to a new doctor.
Sprained my ankle bad enough to make me consider not going to Emerald City Comic Con - which, if you follow my Blog at all you will know is THE event that I look forward to each and every year :(
I'm depressed and angry. Finally I have somebody to direct my anger towards - my stupid doctor. Called him to say "HEY! I'm in pain! I need some meds!" and he was *supposed* to call in a prescription for Ibuprofen, but as of 6:30 last night the pharmacy had still not heard from him (and they checked with all the other Rite Aid Pharmacies just to make sure it didn't go to the wrong one). After the rush-job he did on my diagnosis last night (20 minutes from check-in to sitting in the car, and that included more time getting my X-Ray done than it did seeing the actual doctor) I'm very ready to switch to a new doctor.
