um ... this isn't a place where you actually get to speak to a doctor - if you want to speak to a nurse, you have to either (1) hold interminably or (2) leave a message and they'll call you back ... eventually. It's the internal medicine department at Georgetown Hospital - I started using them as my PCP because at the time no one was accepting the insurance I had.
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But then the voicemail intro isn't going to help much, as you'll stay on the line to talk to your doctor.
Not necessarily. I can see calling the doctor as a first instinct and then going "right, maybe I need to really do something about this."
Best wishes for Pix's back. Another hint that may help -- prop up your feet/put a pillow under your knees.
Health~ma to Quester's sister.
Fred, thanks. Believe me, I've been propped up with pillows all night.
Ooh, ouch, Pix! Hope your back behaves itself.
quester, oh no! Much health-ma to your sister.
ugh Pix. Did you get any sleep? It's a good thing you have some furry bedwarmers.
lots of health~ma for quester's sister.
health~ma to quester's sister.
Job~ma to Jilli
Aw, crap, Pix. Feel better soon.
I have to wash All The Floors. On my hands and knees, since my mop is cleverly in the cube. Unless I go buy another mop, but I don't wanna.
Also, I think I've now met more people in this neighborhood than I knew in my last neighborhood.