My roommate, Leslie, has been sick for probably a solid two weeks now. She decided to make a second visit to the Instacare...in hopes for a more thorough doctor the second time around. (first doctor just told her she had a cold...didn't do much more than that.) She was nervous a
bout going by herself because she felt intimidated, so she asked if I'd go with her and be her back up. My role was to push an x-ray if they were refusing to do it. Not sure I have that kind of pull, but whatever...I went. Luckly there was a different doctor there that was very thorough. She said Les sounded really weezey and wanted her to spend about 10-15 minutes on the nebulizer(albuterol treatment...helps with breathing). I would compare it to a breathalizer....but backwards. Instead of blowing, you're sucking in....instead of starting out intoxicated, you're ending in a more intoxicated state-or just extremely jittery. (I actually know nothing about drinking or breathalizer tests. Strongest drink I've ever had is a coke...and even then...I really don't drink carbonation much.) After the nurses wrapped her in blankets she looked like a pipe smoker. For being in an instacare, we were having a pretty good time. Just for your piece of mind, Les did get an x-ray...and given a couple more days she would've had pneumonia.
Safety first. You can never be too careful when three inches from a sick girl's face. See how much fun we were having? 
After the instacare we headed over to Smiths to pick up Leslie's prescriptions. I noticed they were offering flu shots at Smiths...I also know that if I told myself I could find it cheaper somewhere else, I'd never do it. So I paid my money and sat down to wait for the shot guy. He came out and then panic struck. Not so much about the shot, but about my attire. You see, when Les asked if I'd go with her, she was in a hurry. I wasn't fully clothed so I grabbed a zip up hoodie and ran out the door. It was fine up to the point where the guy asked me to bare my shoulder. "Oh know!" I thought. "I can't just take my sweatshirt off while a million people are strolling around me." I looked at Leslie and said through my teeth..."I can't take this off. What am I going to do?" So, we went into the bathroom and traded shirts. I wore her scrub top and she wore my hoodie. I looked like a dream. Thanks Les...that could've been real awkward.
My roommate, Leslie, has been sick for probably a solid two weeks now. She decided to make a second visit to the Instacare...in hopes for a more thorough doctor the second time around. (first doctor just told her she had a cold...didn't do much more than that.) She was nervous a
After the instacare we headed over to Smiths to pick up Leslie's prescriptions. I noticed they were offering flu shots at Smiths...I also know that if I told myself I could find it cheaper somewhere else, I'd never do it. So I paid my money and sat down to wait for the shot guy. He came out and then panic struck. Not so much about the shot, but about my attire. You see, when Les asked if I'd go with her, she was in a hurry. I wasn't fully clothed so I grabbed a zip up hoodie and ran out the door. It was fine up to the point where the guy asked me to bare my shoulder. "Oh know!" I thought. "I can't just take my sweatshirt off while a million people are strolling around me." I looked at Leslie and said through my teeth..."I can't take this off. What am I going to do?" So, we went into the bathroom and traded shirts. I wore her scrub top and she wore my hoodie. I looked like a dream. Thanks Les...that could've been real awkward. 
2 comments:
Hope Leslie is feeling better! And be honest... did you take a few puffs from the nebulizer?
You're such a good friend Sarah! It looks like you both had fun. Tell Leslie I hope she gets feeling better very soon. I loved the shot story! I'm glad Leslie was with you and willing to help you out. :) That story, for some reason, reminded me of Eliza's broccoli story. Do you remember that one? I don't think I've heard one quite that funny still.
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