Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Dear Urgent Care Center
Thank you SO much for putting on your voice mail system that you were not going to be in operation on Memorial Day. That certainly saved me that trip that I made out there with my ill daughter yesterday morning, only to pull into your parking lot to see that NObody was there. I really appreciate the fact that you saved me my time and my gas, because boy .. I didn't have anything else to do yesterday morning but spend most of it on the phone, trying to see if I could get my daughter seen by a medical professional.
Thank you SO much for alerting your parent company, the local hospital, and all of the medical professionals in this town of your decision to shut down for the day. I mean, come on. Let the damn HOSPITAL know whether you are operating on Memorial Day or not.
Was it is a medical emergency?
Ok. No. It wasn't.
However, had I been able to get my kid in to see someone, they could have gotten her meds prescribed and she would be on the way to good health right now. But instead, she is lying here in my bed, after battling a 103 fever last night before bed, and ... here's the real reason for my saltiness this morning ... staying home from school.
Gah. I have a million and one things to do today, and now I have a million and two.
I love her. I really do. But when she is ill enough to stay home, there comes a point in time when she starts to feel better. Then I have to chase her back into my room. All day long.
Thanks a lot, Urgent Care. I'm sending you my gas money bill, and the bill for my psychotherapy.Labels: sick kids, Urgent Care
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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
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3 Comments:
So sorry that your urgent care was closed yesterday; fortunately, mine was open, so I was able to wait there (with my two boys) for over an hour until a dr. could see me, only to tell me that "yes" I have strep - again.
Hopefully the third time's a charm, and the augmentin will kick it out of my system for good.
Man, Michele. That BETTER kick it for you!!!! Hope you get to feeling better.
Ugh, what a PITA.
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