I met my new doctor today!
He does remind me of my dad. I am not sure this a good thing.
Hand is infected -- he figures where the stitches are dissolving. Sent me home with a script for Ceophalexin (take that HIPPA). I dropped it off at Albertson's -- I wish they had a drive thru for this -- went home, grabbed dinner -- much less stressful than waiting for it. Went back, picked it up, grabbed a diet coke and a few things and when waiting in line, went ahead and took one.
The guy in line ahead of me gave me a funny look -- "hey, they don't do any good in the bottle and I want this thing fixed NOW". Yeah, that's what I said. He did already graciously offer me his place in front of him. Guess I looked a little impatient -- and I rarely take those offered places, but did this time.
And I'm going to take a second one before I go to bed.... wonder if I can sneak in the third?