Took the day off today, the idea being that tomorrow starts Conference Weekend, I've been overly stressed, and I would try to get to the temple before it's closed for the weekend. Kind of get in a good frame of mind to hear the words of the prophets.
So I got up, had a good workout, spent the morning doing some more remodeling (door hinges are not my friends), and running some errands, then had a bit of a late lunch. I knew I wanted to get to the 2:30 session, so around 1:00, I started getting ready. I got all dressed in my church clothes, folded my temple clothes in my bag, and just as I was about to leave, that was when suddenly everything went to h-e-double in a handbasket. The gist is that I ended up experiencing a minor medical emergency, something that try as I might, could not be handled on my own. I'll spare you the details, but be assured, it was an emergency.
The first thing I did was call my Lady Doctor's office. But it's a Friday, and they close at 1:30 on Fridays - I happened to be calling at 1:33. I left a message for the Nurse Practitioner, but didn't get a reply back. Next I tried calling the nurse hotline for my insurance. But no luck there - you need to register with a 3rd party company, and I was not about to take the time and effort to do that. Then I tried calling the Instacare, but they're not allowed to give out advice over the phone. I cried, I prayed, I struggled, and no luck.
Finally, as this was not something that would be good to let go on, and none of the above had worked, I got out of my church clothes, put my street clothes back on, and headed out to the Instacare. I arrived, and of course was checked in by a pleasant young man, who wanted to know what they were seeing me for today. I was not about to share that information, and told him it was too embarrassing to say. Thankfully that didn't preclude me from seeing someone, and he was kind enough to take my $40 anyway. The sweet nurse called me back right away. Through my teary eyes, I explained the situation to her. She said she could totally relate, and assured me I had done the right thing in coming to them. Today's Doctor happened to be male, a pleasant fellow, who told me to relax and rest easy, this kind of thing "happens all the time". I would have preferred to have seen a female Doctor in this situation, but really, you take what you can get under the circumstances. Ten minutes later, with no dignity remaining, the emergency was over, and I was good to go.
I left the Instacare, tears mostly dried, and stopped off at the closest Wendy's for a medium Frosty (because as was stated in a previous post, sometimes you just need a Frosty), got home, and washed it all down with a large Diet Pepsi. Needless to say, there will be no Temple today.
The Nurse Practitioner just called and left me a message. You might say that her timing was just a bit off. Sheesh!
So I got up, had a good workout, spent the morning doing some more remodeling (door hinges are not my friends), and running some errands, then had a bit of a late lunch. I knew I wanted to get to the 2:30 session, so around 1:00, I started getting ready. I got all dressed in my church clothes, folded my temple clothes in my bag, and just as I was about to leave, that was when suddenly everything went to h-e-double in a handbasket. The gist is that I ended up experiencing a minor medical emergency, something that try as I might, could not be handled on my own. I'll spare you the details, but be assured, it was an emergency.
The first thing I did was call my Lady Doctor's office. But it's a Friday, and they close at 1:30 on Fridays - I happened to be calling at 1:33. I left a message for the Nurse Practitioner, but didn't get a reply back. Next I tried calling the nurse hotline for my insurance. But no luck there - you need to register with a 3rd party company, and I was not about to take the time and effort to do that. Then I tried calling the Instacare, but they're not allowed to give out advice over the phone. I cried, I prayed, I struggled, and no luck.
Finally, as this was not something that would be good to let go on, and none of the above had worked, I got out of my church clothes, put my street clothes back on, and headed out to the Instacare. I arrived, and of course was checked in by a pleasant young man, who wanted to know what they were seeing me for today. I was not about to share that information, and told him it was too embarrassing to say. Thankfully that didn't preclude me from seeing someone, and he was kind enough to take my $40 anyway. The sweet nurse called me back right away. Through my teary eyes, I explained the situation to her. She said she could totally relate, and assured me I had done the right thing in coming to them. Today's Doctor happened to be male, a pleasant fellow, who told me to relax and rest easy, this kind of thing "happens all the time". I would have preferred to have seen a female Doctor in this situation, but really, you take what you can get under the circumstances. Ten minutes later, with no dignity remaining, the emergency was over, and I was good to go.
I left the Instacare, tears mostly dried, and stopped off at the closest Wendy's for a medium Frosty (because as was stated in a previous post, sometimes you just need a Frosty), got home, and washed it all down with a large Diet Pepsi. Needless to say, there will be no Temple today.
The Nurse Practitioner just called and left me a message. You might say that her timing was just a bit off. Sheesh!
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