Well...

I called the doctor up the street and left them voice mail. (See that? Not only did I pick up the phone and calla stranger, it was a doctor. Some of you will understand what that took for me to do.) They'll get back to me when the office opens at 8:30. See if I can get an appointment there sometime today. If not, I'm pondering going to an emergency room. This is where being a Navy brat does n't help me in the least. We used to just go into the hostipal and get treated. Sure, it was typically the emergency room for spur of the moment things, but we would just go.

I have no idea how things really work.

So, if anyone has any other suggestions, lemme know, okay? I would like some drugs and maybe something for the muscle pain.

Well...

I have an appointment at a clinic at noon.

It's a decent distance away on Denny, but I can get there by bus. As far as I can tell they take my insurance. If not... I don't know.

I just don't know.

Bleh.

I haven't been this frustrated in years...

Apparently my change of PCP didn't go through, but that doesn't matter as she doesn't have any appointments for the next week or so anyway. So, I'm calling my old PCP who is a good 30 minutes from here. They, however, are refering me to a walk-in clinic and apparently my insurance doesn't cover walk-in clinics. I'm so frustrated right now, I could cry. I don't know what to do. I just want to go to a doctor.

It's really lookling like an emergency room trip or nothing at this point.

Note to self: talk to HR when I get back to work and get crappy plan changed.

Thank you Prairie for trying to help me out.

As another note being really sick is a good way to get telemarkerters to leave me alone.

And for the happy news of today...

The Candians are getting their gold medals. You can go read about it here.