Adventures in Health Care (Continued)
So I headed down to the neighborhood clinic with thoughts of world-class, completely free health care bouncing through my mind. I approached the plain, pink building with confidence and went inside. After taking my number, I waited in the hallway for 15 or 20 minutes before I got to meet the "doctor." I use "" because I later found out they don't always have actual doctors working at these things. But, he had some blue scrubs on, and he looked pretty professional with his big medical books and nice wooden desk. I showed him my ear and he asked me 2 straightforward questions:
1. "Did you try to pierce your ear?"
2. "Have you exposed your ear to any toxic substances?"
After I answered in the negative, he took me to the examination room across the hall, and had me lay down and face the wall. I had actually just wanted his advice on some medicines or creams to take for this thing, but before I knew it he had taken some scissors (not a scalpel, scissors) and was digging that thing out of my ear like it was fool's gold.
He was talking to me while cutting and yanking my ear with those scissors, but honestly, I wasn't paying too much attention. Needless to say, my language wasn't kicking on all cylinders at the time. What else could I do? It was too late to stop. So, I laid there and he finished the cutting job.
To my relief, he put down the scissors. Then he said something about having to plant. Plant? Maybe this guy was talking to me about his summer garden while working my ear over. Then he started stitching me up. There's a vocabulary lesson you don't forget.
So, when it was all said and done, I had a couple of stitches and a giant bandage on the right side of my head. Not knowing what else to do, I called my team leader up and went over to his house for some burritos.
Very nice, Vincent.
Posted by
Jennifer |
12:33 PM
Loved the picture!
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4:11 PM