The Death Clinic of Doom and Despair and All Other Uncomfortable Happenings
So I am severely allergic to cats. And dogs. And about everything, come to think of it, but cats are definitely the worst, and none of the others cause me physical discomfort on a regular basis. I am in the process of getting desensitization shots for my cat and dog allergies at our local "clinic". If all goes according to plan, about a thousand needles from now I'll be cured!
But there is one littles problem. A "hitch", so to speak, in my "giddyup".
They have a cat. Oh yeah, they have a cat in the same medical facility that is supposed to cure me of cats.
So do they get rid of it? Do they apologize? Do they care??!?! He'no they don't! I get to wait outside for them to get around to giving me my shots, and then I have to wait twenty more minutes-outside- for them to come out and make sure that I haven't died from the concentrated allegens that they finally got around to injecting into my arms.
I write all this because today they took an hour and ten minutes (their record is one hour and twenty eight) to get around to injecting me (a process that takes a whopping 42 seconds) and it was freezing outside.
This is not an exaggeration, it was 29 degrees, and it was windy. It seems that their secretary failed to mention that I had arrived FOR MY APPOINTMENT, and since it takes all of two minutes (on a slow day) to prepare my shots, they must have been much too busy to attend to me. I watched no less than seven different people enter (get healed, or whatever) and leave the building during my wait. It's comforting, watching the walk-ins get taken care of; inside; where it's warm, while you stuggle against your benodryl to stay awake, and knowing-deep down-that this all is for the best.
Needless to sat, they are not on my good side.
But there is one littles problem. A "hitch", so to speak, in my "giddyup".
They have a cat. Oh yeah, they have a cat in the same medical facility that is supposed to cure me of cats.
So do they get rid of it? Do they apologize? Do they care??!?! He'no they don't! I get to wait outside for them to get around to giving me my shots, and then I have to wait twenty more minutes-outside- for them to come out and make sure that I haven't died from the concentrated allegens that they finally got around to injecting into my arms.
I write all this because today they took an hour and ten minutes (their record is one hour and twenty eight) to get around to injecting me (a process that takes a whopping 42 seconds) and it was freezing outside.
This is not an exaggeration, it was 29 degrees, and it was windy. It seems that their secretary failed to mention that I had arrived FOR MY APPOINTMENT, and since it takes all of two minutes (on a slow day) to prepare my shots, they must have been much too busy to attend to me. I watched no less than seven different people enter (get healed, or whatever) and leave the building during my wait. It's comforting, watching the walk-ins get taken care of; inside; where it's warm, while you stuggle against your benodryl to stay awake, and knowing-deep down-that this all is for the best.
Needless to sat, they are not on my good side.
posted by ben at 9:30 PM
2 Comments:
I think Chris the great said it best when he used the term "those jack-assholes!"
Thank you Chris.
Alpha
I completely understand your horror in there, I to am allergic to cats myself, and some dogs but cats are the worst. I was in the clinic myself, unbeknownst to me a cat takes shelter in our little podunk town. I was there for some reason, I cannot remember, I believe I was waiting on someone else, and suddenly my nose starts running, by eyes start getting sensitive and watery and then the sneezing starts! I turn to my mother who I was waiting there with, and tell her that I feel like I'm getting sick. Then she says well you are probably allergic to the cat... "A CAT!!!" Then as if it were on cue, a cute little kitten/almost teenager cat walks out of a hole somewhere, and stretches it's legs then rubs up on my shins. Ugh!, isn't this practice against the law?
I never used to be like this till I cought pneumonia, ): it's sad.
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