Aug. 25th, 2009 at 2:27 PM
This is a random rant about how shitty the American health system is.
I woke up this morning feeling much worse than I have been the last few days. I finally gave in to go to the doctor. I called my primary doctor listen on my insurance card. I was told I could come in...on September 2nd. I'm pretty sure I still won't be sick by then, and if I am, well I'll probably be dead. Apparently you have to preplan getting sick in order to get a damn appointment. Isn't that special? Remind me to get sick on schedule next time.
So, I was told to go to the ER. Ok, fine. No big deal, right? WRONG. 2 hours in the waiting room, then another 2 hours sitting on a bed in the hallway. By this point, my son and man are both being cranky and anting to avoid being arrested for strangling my signifigant other I sent them home, calling my mother to come get me when the doctor finally decided I existed. (I'll be on antibiotics for a week for my throat and ear). The nurse who was supposed to discharge me disappeared for an hour so the grand total was over 5 hours...for a 5 minute poking and a prescription.
So, I'm finally home, exhasuted, and I have to clean my house because mommy doesn't get a day off, even when she had the plague.
/rant
I woke up this morning feeling much worse than I have been the last few days. I finally gave in to go to the doctor. I called my primary doctor listen on my insurance card. I was told I could come in...on September 2nd. I'm pretty sure I still won't be sick by then, and if I am, well I'll probably be dead. Apparently you have to preplan getting sick in order to get a damn appointment. Isn't that special? Remind me to get sick on schedule next time.
So, I was told to go to the ER. Ok, fine. No big deal, right? WRONG. 2 hours in the waiting room, then another 2 hours sitting on a bed in the hallway. By this point, my son and man are both being cranky and anting to avoid being arrested for strangling my signifigant other I sent them home, calling my mother to come get me when the doctor finally decided I existed. (I'll be on antibiotics for a week for my throat and ear). The nurse who was supposed to discharge me disappeared for an hour so the grand total was over 5 hours...for a 5 minute poking and a prescription.
So, I'm finally home, exhasuted, and I have to clean my house because mommy doesn't get a day off, even when she had the plague.
/rant