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It isn't as painful as it sounds because anesthetic is applied first. But it's weird to walk around for several hours with a numb right nostril.
Hee. A friend of mine had her cervix numbed for a procedure. She said it was really peculiar walking around being able to tell where her cervix was -- it was like someone had stuck a walnut in her.
...and my doctor is out until Friday. The receptionist isn't willing to give the request to a different doctor in the practice. She's not willing to suggest any other route. She's happy for me to wait until Friday.
I need a nap.
She's happy for me to wait until Friday
I'm happy to be whapping her upside the head every half hour between now and Friday.
Find a new doctor, Deena. One with a staff who give's a rat's ass for his patients.
The receptionist isn't willing to give the request to a different doctor in the practice.
The receptionist? WTF?? Where's her medical degree that she can make that call?
The receptionist isn't willing to give the request to a different doctor in the practice.
Wow. That's so NOT her decision. That's the point where I'd be going to the office, with Aidan and Kara in tow, and demanding to see a goddamn doctor.
No receptionist is qualified to determine whether or not a patient should wait 3 1/2 days for MEDICAL GODDAMN CARE.
Yeah, unfortunately, the doctor's office is on the other side of town and Greg has the car. I am, however, going to find a new doctor.
Crappity, Deena. I hope you get some relief soon.
Good grief, Deena. Yes, I think a new doctor with a better receptionist is required.
Prepare to sit tight for a while, Barb. Fay, she is in no hurry. They are showing her going out into the Atlantic then hanging a left and going back through Jax again. Huh.
Our Fay is far more organized and pretty, IJS.
Yeah, I'm feeling the tease-- it rained fairly hard for about thirty minutes, now it's cleared out enough that I'm even seeing glimpses of blue between the clouds.
I'm sorry, y'all-- it's all my fault. There are always hurricanes around my birthday.
I'm sorry, y'all-- it's all my fault. There are always hurricanes around my birthday.
It's not like you chose your birthday - I think this is something else you can blame on your parents.