They seemed all too pleased to see me leave. They were nice and efficient to begin with, but it didn't last. I know they got very busy around me. I entered a nearly empty room, and then got lost in the shuffle as some seriously sick people arrived and the triage grew heavy. I watched football and waited.
There's a lot of stress in nursing, but by my usual standards I felt I was pretty mild with the situation this time. I think I asked too many questions, made too many requests.
They essentially sent me home with a tube of medicine and said don't come back here. The dermatologist I visited last week went on vacation Christmas Eve and is gone through the New Year's holiday.
Thanks for the warning, pal. What happened to a followup? If there is a rather too-late and untimely one down the road it'll cost me too much cash. My insurance won't cover back-to-back visits to a dermatologist, which shouldn't have surprised me, I guess.
This is the American health care industry we're discussing here after all. One, two, three. Everybody get rich. Four, five, six. Everybody else, get fucked.
I should have read the fine print.
The nightmare continues...