Full-blown sinus infection here. I feel like I've been whacked over the head with an anvil.
Called my new doctor.
"Oh, we don't have anything until the second week of April," says the receptionist/indifferent/soul-less front desk person.
You mean like, after Easter?
"I can leave a message. He might be able to work you in sometime this week."
"Sometime? I have three kids. I cannot be 'worked in' sometime." I am rapidly losing my sweet (albeit congested) Christian-lady voice. Ok, not really. I've never had that kind of voice.
"I can leave a message," she repeats.
"Ohhh-kaaay, so what do you recommend for your sick patients?"
"I can leave a message."
I hang up the phone. Wretched HMOs!!
To bed, to sleep, perchance to not hack up a lousy lung.
update: a few minutes after posting this, the doctor himself called. he did a phone consult and kindly called in a Z-pack prescription for my sinus infection. relief, my friends, is in sight. phew!