by Liv » Mon Apr 03, 2006 11:59 pm
So I got this rash after getting a fever this weekend. I went in to work this morning, and it was like Jesus parting the red-sea. People did the "Whoa Damn, what happened to your arms" kinda look. When my co-workers realized I was going to stay at work for a little while, they began breaking out their post 9/11 biological weapon kits of duct tape and plastic wrap from their desks. Like I didn't notice, the huge plastic dome over my neighbors cube? Other people were rigging up Lysol cans as a make-shift biological decontamination barrier. It was at this point I figured I probably would be asked to go home soon if they could only find an expendable employee to come tell me. So I left, and went to the doctors.
I get there walk in, and sit down on the lovely examination table that's seen more bare butts then I'd rather think about. Then the nurse comes in. She's 60-70 years old with snow white hair, and could be anyone's Grandma. She asks why I'm here, and I said "Well because of this..." and I take off my jacket I had been wearing. She takes one look at my arm, and nearly falls over from being startled. Then she yells "Damn Honey!, I'll go get the doctor." A few minutes later 2 doctors walk in, one of them stops in the door, and goes "Oh Shit."
It's at this point I'm about to cry.
Eventually the doctors get around to asking the usual questions, and figure out they have absolutely no clue what the hell is going on with me. They eventually decide together that its probably just an infection, and I just need to wait it out.
"Sure Doc, here's your check."
He advised me if I continue to look like the inside of Cherry Pie, I might want to come back for a second guess.