Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong


I called back; the receptionist recognized my voice and profusely apologized for the residents not calling me back and she went and fetched me one. I described. He asked if I had a prescription for painkillers. I said "Yes - they gave me 25 pills, and I have 3 left."

And he starts talking about maybe a followup appointment last next week. Now, at this point... no. I'm in a hell of a lot of pain at night. Emphasis on the Hell. 3 vicodin will be gone by Saturday morning... I take one before bed, but then I wake up at 3:00 or so in tears from the pain. So. If I need to be seen, see me now.

It takes me a while to communicate this to him. He sounds kinda stoned.

Finally I get back to the receptionist.

"Well, can you come over now?"

"Um! Well. What's your latest available appointment for today?"

"Oh, we don't have any! But if you come over by 3:30, he'll see you."

Okay! And my comp time for tomorrow will cover that, and I didn't take a lunch break today (ate a peanut butter sandwich at my desk), so that covers me coming in an hour late.....

I can't believe I'm this functional on no sleep. I mean, I'm having some difficulty counting, and I keep almost nodding off. But really, I'm functional.
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