Sorry for the light-to-non existent posting these past couple of days, but I feel like complete shiat. It's bad enough that I've got to break down and actually go see a doctor--and you know how I hate doing that.
I've got some sort of nasty infection that is just killing my throat and left ear, and last night at work damn near put me over the edge. I got a long-distance diagnosis from everyone's favorite ER Doc, Jack21, the other day--I had him on instant messenger and he was telling me to do all kinds of whacky self-exam stuff, which narrowed it down, but there is no reciprocity agreement between Nevada and his home state of Virginia, so he can't call me in a prescription. And I wanted to go to the 24-hour Urgent Care Center last night after work, but the one on Koval, over by Planet Hollywood doesn't accept my insurance (Station Casinos--one of the biggest employers in the state--go figure!), and the one over by the Orleans couldn't verify my insurance without me being there. And my official 'primary care' center, the only one open 24 hours, is way the hell up on Charleston and Rancho, too frickin far to drive, especially when I felt like death on a stick.
So I said f*ck it, came home, took five Ibuprofin tablets, drank a half a bottle of water, and went to bed.
Luckily, I muddled through, and there's a Southwest Medical Associates just down the road at St. Rose hospital with Saturday hours. I'm on my way right now.
I hope your Saturday is better than mine.
Mikey
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