I feel terrible. I am as sick as a dog right now. My throat feels like I have swallowed shards of glass. I am coughing constantly and if I were to run into Happy, Bashful, Dopey, Grumpy, Sleepy and Doc I could jump right in to complete the group (get it?).
So, I went to Urgent Care tonight to get some much needed drugs and when I walk in the door I see that there are only 2 seats available in entire waiting room.
"Um, how long is the wait?"
"k. Buh bye."
The only worse then waiting in a waiting room when you are sick for TWO HOURS is knowing the whole time that the very first thing you are going to do after those TWO HOURS is stand on a scale to find out how much fatter your ass is now.
I left. I could not torture myself.
I have an endo appointment tomorrow (lovely, they do the scale thing too) and maybe he can give me some drugs after he asks, "So how's your diabetes?"
Send me some Calgon please