Just got back from the doctor, who tapped on my chest twice and said "Ah, yeah. You have pneumonia. I don't normally go straight for the antibiotics, but you need them right now. Also, you need X-rays. I've asked for a wet read so I can get the results in 5 minutes to an hour. Go get that done now."
So I go down to radiology. Guess what? The machine is broken.
So I have to go to the hospital to get it done. I shouldn't be driving, because I have sick-person brain. I can't walk the mile to the bus stop. I don't have quarters for the parking lot by the bus stop. Hi. Fucked, party of one.
swashbucklr can be here in about half an hour to get me there. Which is not quite the hot date we had in mind, but hey, you date the gimp-girl, this is sometimes what you get. The reward is that I am fantastic in bed when I am not coughing up a lung.
I'm just vexed because the doctor clearly feels a need to have these results RIGHT NOW (I've never even *heard* of a "wet read"), and now we have a built-in hour-and-a-half-at-minimum delay which may mean he won't even get the results today.