The Walk-In Medical Place

I have another sinus infection. I try to avoid
antibiotics when possible, but this little doozy
just wouldn't go away. So of course I admit defeat
on a Saturday. Now, doctor's hours on a Saturday
is rare, but hours on a Holiday weekend??
Forget it. I'm sure my doc was already on the
back 9 by 9 but I needed help so I brought
myself and my box of tissues to the
"Walk-In Open To One And All But Possessing
Only 3 Parking Spots Medical Place."
I know it has a much more official name but I was so
exhausted from the walk from the "closest" parking
spot I could find - down the road - to the
office that I didn't notice. I guess that's why they
call it the Walk-In Medical Place.
Anyway, while waiting to be called, I got to know
the girl sitting across from me.
No, we didn't actually speak, but I learned all about
her medical problem from her cell phone call
to someone who must be deaf or have the TV turned up real high.
I learned that her cut got infected and was oozing
so she needed to get stitched up and get a tetanus shot
and that she hoped she wouldn't get a scar and that
yeah, yeah, she'd call the deaf TV watcher back.
At that point I was called in to an office.
Just as the nurse closes my door we hear....
BAM!
My nurse opens the door and there is my new friend
lying on the floor, out cold, and her chin is bleeding.
Apparently as she passed out and fell, she hit her chin
on the glass table requiring more stitches, and no
doubt, another cell phone call.
So in the end I got my prescription and started
to leave, but I wanted to stop and say goodbye to
my new friend, but she was in her room crying,
REALLY LOUD, so I decided I'd leave her alone.
It was all very exciting.
I think I'll go back this Saturday just for kicks and
see what's up.
I hope I get a parking spot.