You know, if they really want poor people to use urgent care instead of ERs, they might want to make it illegal to demand a credit card up front for any costs not covered by insurance. Just sayin’!
Anyway, I went to the local center the other day because I started to have asthma attacks with my cough, and it was a little scary when I couldn’t breathe. Fortunately, I was the only one in the waiting room and got seen right away.
The doctor told me I didn’t have the flu; he said you have to have a high fever, which I didn’t. Whatever. He said I had your basic upper respiratory infection, and told me to stay in bed for three days because I was run down. (Uh huh.) “I can give you a note for work,” he said, but I explained I worked from home. He gave me an inhaler for the cough.
Well, I tried to sleep all day yesterday. The contractors working downstairs were apparently cutting hardwood flooring at one end, and banging on something else at the other. But I did get a couple of naps, I stayed off Twitter and I didn’t watch any news. Yay for me!