The other day I woke up with all the symptoms of strep throat. So, I called my doctor — who informed me the next available appointment was in late April.
I was told I could go to the Urgent Care. That’s right. My doctor is sending me to an Urgent Care because she’s too busy to see me.
At the UC, after telling the nurse why I was there, she said, “Do you want to do the strep test, or just have us treat you for strep? The test is $20.”
That’s right. The UC was offering me antibiotics, without a doctor even seeing me or anyone performing a test that says I have strep.
So I went home and treated myself. It’s amazing how chicken soup and watching hours and hours of Olympic curling can make one feel so much better than drugs.
And let’s be honest. Those Norwegian men and their pants . . . . Mm, mm, good.