The Walk-In Clinic

I just got back from a visit from a walk-in clinic. It's not me who's sick (knock on wood). My husband has been sick for two weeks! The first sign of sickness, two weeks ago, he decides to sweat out his fever. He piled on layers of clothes and wrapped blankets around him and dealt with it. Like a man...is what I think silently. How strong is he? Geez. I would have been reaching for the NyQuil!

See, two weeks ago, after the great sweat out, things were looking good until recently. Monday, before I left for the office, he's groaning and complaining and just being an all around bear. I know that he's acting like a complete jerk off because he doesn't feel good and order him to see a doctor. Frankly, I am not going to listen to his attitude about being sick if he doesn't do anything about it!

That's the thing! I have told him to go to a doctor for days. He would say things like he felt strong and wanted to tough it out. Okay. That's cool too. I just don't want to hear him complain and take it out me or anyone else. So we go to this clinic (it's after 5 and we don't have much choice) and wait. And wait. And wait. For two hours! Pu-lease! I am hungry and irritated. Franci is ready to go to bed and that makes for a hefty handful to deal with.

We get back into the little examination room and the cutest nurse walks in! She's like the kind of person who's every one's Mom. You know those type of people right?? Well I felt like she would handle this. She starts checking things out and stops. She looks at me and John and says that she can't even get a clear view of his eardrum to check for an infection. (Wanna know why?? It's so gross...!) He has a wall of ear wax in both ears blocking her view! Ew! What in the world?!!

She offers to clean them out and I volunteered John immediately! Of course. Get that crap out. So she mixes her bottle of solution and proceeds to wash his ear out. John was turning red, holding his breath and slowly losing composure. This procedure was apparently sending him off the deep end. Poor guy. Ha. Try having a baby! (I honestly have not used this excuse on him...yet.)

Needless to say, he walked away with a prescription and new found appreciation for ear wax maintenance. I, on the other hand, am moody, tired and need a shoulder rub! Seriously, it feels like I have two kids. One is 25 and the other is 8 months. It's amazing what you can find during a visit to a walk-in clinic.