Urgent Care

 
She's fine.  Nothing a round of antibiotics won't take care of.  But her sweet little heart......

The office is not lovely.  Chipping paint.  Floors badly in need of a redo...a male nurse....etc.

Her lip starts to quiver.  She misses Dr. Z.  She knows everyone in the only office she's ever gone to in her whole life...and she trusts them.

I hug her.  I agree.

A deep sigh.  Yes...this is so hard.

Then enters the male doctor who talks to us while avoiding eye contact.  Never looked at us once.  I'm not exaggerating.

So strange.  Complete weirdo.

Won't be going back there ever again.  We ran to the car.




Originally Posted: December8, 2011