Rasmus Rune (defyaugury) wrote in summerview, @ 2018-10-10 10:27:00 |
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You couldn't make regular appointments with the Minute Clinic. Apparently it was 'just for emergencies' and unexpected incidents that weren't lethal enough to warrant a drive across the bridge to the major metropolitan hospital in Atlantic City. That being said, if anyone in Summerview could have regular appointments at the Minute Clinic, it would have been Rasmus. Not because he wasn't completely capable of bothering some poor general practitioner with a family practice, he could. In fact, he had. And that was precisely why he went to the Minute Clinic. None of the normal docs would see him anymore. But the Minute Clinic couldn't turn anyone away because they weren't private practice and that would be unethical. Besides, he had insurance. Which was why Rasmus was practically on a first name basis with everyone who worked at the Minute Clinic. Because he was there almost weekly. Sometimes bi-weekly, but that was only on bad weeks. Actually, in the last year or so his supposed symptoms appeared to be getting worse. So even though he didn't always go to the clinic, he called frequently. The receptionists, for the most part, kept their cool-like-a-cucumber composure around him because — let's be honest — even though they thought he was a few aces short a deck of cards, there was something kind of quirkily charming about him. And although he had a tendency towards bluntness (which very often translated to rudeness,) he was usually very careful not to aggravate the reception staff of the clinic. Because he hated driving into Atlantic City to go to the hospital. Besides, those emergency room lines were awful. And there was nothing worse than waiting five hours in a crowded (guh! all those germs) lobby full of screaming kids and coughing and phones ringing only to have some two-days-out-of-med-school resident tell you there's nothing wrong with you. Well obviously there was something wrong with him. It's not like he hung around hospitals for attention. Right. Anyway. He rarely ever had to wait long at the Minute Clinic. He thought it was because they were so efficient. Really it was because they knew he would take up a lot of the doctor's time — Rasmus had the tendency to talk about a lot of problems — and they wanted to get him in and out as quickly as possible. So after signing in one of the nurses led him back to the examination room. She said something about a new physician filling in for the normal doctor because he was on vacation, but Rasmus didn't hear her. He was too busy trying not to die. Well, in so many words. He wasn't dying. He wasn't even sick. But until the doctor told him that, he would be mentally writing up his last will and testament. Actually, it occurred to him then that he should probably write this down in case he croaked in the exam room before the doctor saw him. So he took a little notebook and a pen out of his jacket pocket and began writing his last wishes and his grand farewells. |