Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That

(I often get bronchitis, and I’ve come to recognize the symptoms. On this particular day, I’ve been coughing so hard that I’ve pulled a muscle in my back, and I haven’t been able to sleep. So, off to the walk-in clinic I go.)

Walk-In Doctor: *after barely glancing at me* “You’re fine. Just get some fluids and rest.”

Me: “Um, I’d love to get some rest, but I can’t sleep. Is there anything at all you can prescribe for me?”

Walk-In Doctor: “Not necessary. You’ll be okay in a day or two.”

(The following day, I was so ill that I thought I was going to pass out. I went back to the walk-in clinic and happened to get the same doctor.)

Walk-In Doctor: “You’re back?”

Me: “Yes. I’m much worse than yesterday.”

Walk-In Doctor: *listens to my chest* “Oh, wow, you’ve got a very bad infection.” *starts writing a prescription*

Me: “You don’t say.”

Walk-In Doctor: *defensively* “You didn’t have it yesterday!”