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Okay. Just drove back from ER after thinking I had some spreading infection (have been experiencing all the symptoms of such since late Friday night), but which is actually multiple bug bites (the largest of which is 5" in diameter).
While the identity of the bug remains a mystery (which I will find, and upon whom will exact a most exquisite revenge), according to the doctor (who looked more like one of the custodial crew and spoke in monosyllabic grunts), they are bites of some kind.
Me: "What kind of bite grows after several days?"
Doctor: "I don't know."
Me: "What kind of bite leaves a mark 5" in diameter?"
Doctor: "I don't know. (beat) I'll be right back."
(Returns twenty minutes later; listens to me with doctory thing.)
Doctor: "I'd better give you an antibiotic, just in case."
(That truly inspired confidence.)
At a sum total of 19 words, I am waiting to eventually see how much per word I wind up paying this guy. $$$$$
An attendant tosses me a script. Makes me sign more paperwork than I see anywhere else in lifetime. Tells me to get out.
Walk up to the desk. Take a seat. Show ID. Sign even more paperwork.
Me: "Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost?"
Lady: "I don't know." (must be the company phrase)
Me: "Sure. I suppose you want to surprise me by mail, so I can have a heart attack and have to come back."
Lady: "I don't know."
(Okay, that last "I don't know" never actually happened. The rest is practically verbatim.)
Such is the cost of coincidentally experiencing all the symptoms of infection for nearly a week, while simultaneously having physical signs which mimic infection (but are actually bites of a yet undetermined "bug").
However, given what it might have been, I have no reason to complain.
I have slept four hours in the past 50 (or so) -- not one hour since awaking Wednesday morning, but I apparently do not have a life-threatening infection -- but was given some antibiotics by the janitor "just in case".
Isn't the world a fun place?
While the identity of the bug remains a mystery (which I will find, and upon whom will exact a most exquisite revenge), according to the doctor (who looked more like one of the custodial crew and spoke in monosyllabic grunts), they are bites of some kind.
Me: "What kind of bite grows after several days?"
Doctor: "I don't know."
Me: "What kind of bite leaves a mark 5" in diameter?"
Doctor: "I don't know. (beat) I'll be right back."
(Returns twenty minutes later; listens to me with doctory thing.)
Doctor: "I'd better give you an antibiotic, just in case."
(That truly inspired confidence.)
At a sum total of 19 words, I am waiting to eventually see how much per word I wind up paying this guy. $$$$$
An attendant tosses me a script. Makes me sign more paperwork than I see anywhere else in lifetime. Tells me to get out.
Walk up to the desk. Take a seat. Show ID. Sign even more paperwork.
Me: "Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost?"
Lady: "I don't know." (must be the company phrase)
Me: "Sure. I suppose you want to surprise me by mail, so I can have a heart attack and have to come back."
Lady: "I don't know."
(Okay, that last "I don't know" never actually happened. The rest is practically verbatim.)
Such is the cost of coincidentally experiencing all the symptoms of infection for nearly a week, while simultaneously having physical signs which mimic infection (but are actually bites of a yet undetermined "bug").
However, given what it might have been, I have no reason to complain.
I have slept four hours in the past 50 (or so) -- not one hour since awaking Wednesday morning, but I apparently do not have a life-threatening infection -- but was given some antibiotics by the janitor "just in case".
Isn't the world a fun place?
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