Urgent Care

It's cliche to say so (and even more cliche to point out the cliche), but "Urgent Care" really is anything but. Last night, for the first time in my life, I had to go to the urgent care center because my doctor's office was closed. My doc's office directed me to one that was 15 miles away, but I opted to go to the one that was .5 miles away (duh).

I should have known I was in trouble when I walked into a roomful of people. I ended up sitting in the waiting room feeling like someone was repeatedly kicking me in the lower stomach for an hour and fifteen minutes before I was taken in. By the time all was said and done, I was out in a little under two hours. I realize it could have been a lot worse, but I found myself silently cursing the people that came to urgent care and looked just fine. "That dude can't be sick... he's laughing and smiling! I should get to go before him!"

At least they got the "Care" part of "Urgent Care" correct, as I did walk out cared for thanks to a shot in the arm of an amazing anti-nausea drug.