Warning: This post contains details about my compromised immune system that you may consider to be too much information. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
This morning, I had an appointment at Student Health at 10:15am to get the stitches removed from my boob wound. As requested by Student Health, I arrived promptly at 10:00am, fifteen minutes early, so I could get checked in and not delay my appointment time. By 10:10am the nurse had checked me in and I was sitting alone in the exam room, waiting for the doctor.
Half an hour later, I was still waiting alone in the exam room when my phone rang. It was RK, calling to see what I was up to. I told her I was stuck at Student Health, waiting to get my stitches out. She suggested that I run down the hallway, flashing my boob and asking whoever looked to please take care of my medical condition. Forty-five minutes after hanging up with her, I wished that I had gone running topless down the hallway, just to get someone to let me know that I hadn’t been totally forgotten all alone in that room. After waiting more than an hour, the stitches removal procedure took literally four minutes.
Now, I know that the doctors are working hard and doing the best that they can to take care of everybody in a timely fashion. And I also understand that sometimes medical emergencies arise that requires less urgent appointments (i.e. boob wound stitches removal) to be triaged. But, on the other hand, it really wasn’t easy for me to get out of bed this morning and be at my appointment on time. Especially since I’ve been having sort of a rough week in general – feeling really tired and just generally sort of icky.
This morning, since my alarm went off at 8:30am so I could get to my appointment on time, River was too sleepy to do her usual “help me wake up” routine. She just grumbled as if to say, “It’s not time to get up yet, Mommy,” and then rolled over and went back to sleep. And how I wanted to join her! Instead, I hit snooze for an hour and then used what minimal willpower I had to force myself out of bed, into the car, and into the doctor’s office on time. So I was a little bit frustrated (and exhausted) to have to sit for over an hour for an appointment that took less than five minutes.
NOTE: Before reading the next paragraph, please knock on any wood that is in your immediate vicinity!! Thank you.
The good news is that the doctor says my boob wound is healing and I shouldn’t have any more problems with that particular infection. The other good news is that I seem to be not too much worse off than before the Boob Wound Saga of 2009. That is, aside from the area around the boob wound turning a deep shade of purple (I bruise really easily) and another pretty painful bruise on the back of my neck (from slipping when I tried to wash my hair under the bathtub faucet when I couldn’t get the boob wound wet.) So, as soon as those bruises fade, hopefully we can forget the boob wound ever happened. Which I'm sure, dear readers, you will all be delighted about. ~;o)
This morning, I had an appointment at Student Health at 10:15am to get the stitches removed from my boob wound. As requested by Student Health, I arrived promptly at 10:00am, fifteen minutes early, so I could get checked in and not delay my appointment time. By 10:10am the nurse had checked me in and I was sitting alone in the exam room, waiting for the doctor.
Half an hour later, I was still waiting alone in the exam room when my phone rang. It was RK, calling to see what I was up to. I told her I was stuck at Student Health, waiting to get my stitches out. She suggested that I run down the hallway, flashing my boob and asking whoever looked to please take care of my medical condition. Forty-five minutes after hanging up with her, I wished that I had gone running topless down the hallway, just to get someone to let me know that I hadn’t been totally forgotten all alone in that room. After waiting more than an hour, the stitches removal procedure took literally four minutes.
Now, I know that the doctors are working hard and doing the best that they can to take care of everybody in a timely fashion. And I also understand that sometimes medical emergencies arise that requires less urgent appointments (i.e. boob wound stitches removal) to be triaged. But, on the other hand, it really wasn’t easy for me to get out of bed this morning and be at my appointment on time. Especially since I’ve been having sort of a rough week in general – feeling really tired and just generally sort of icky.
This morning, since my alarm went off at 8:30am so I could get to my appointment on time, River was too sleepy to do her usual “help me wake up” routine. She just grumbled as if to say, “It’s not time to get up yet, Mommy,” and then rolled over and went back to sleep. And how I wanted to join her! Instead, I hit snooze for an hour and then used what minimal willpower I had to force myself out of bed, into the car, and into the doctor’s office on time. So I was a little bit frustrated (and exhausted) to have to sit for over an hour for an appointment that took less than five minutes.
NOTE: Before reading the next paragraph, please knock on any wood that is in your immediate vicinity!! Thank you.
The good news is that the doctor says my boob wound is healing and I shouldn’t have any more problems with that particular infection. The other good news is that I seem to be not too much worse off than before the Boob Wound Saga of 2009. That is, aside from the area around the boob wound turning a deep shade of purple (I bruise really easily) and another pretty painful bruise on the back of my neck (from slipping when I tried to wash my hair under the bathtub faucet when I couldn’t get the boob wound wet.) So, as soon as those bruises fade, hopefully we can forget the boob wound ever happened. Which I'm sure, dear readers, you will all be delighted about. ~;o)
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