Ouch!

Yesterday I sliced the top part of my finger on the 17th Street gate. The delivery guys are always leaving the gate open...even though I frequently ask them to please keep the gate locked. I noticed the gate was wide open, so I went to close the gate and lock it when part of the gate slammed on my finger. OUCH! Two or three more millimeters and I think I would have been picking up the top of my finger off of the ground. That wouldn't have been pleasant. How would I be able to type and get all those memos out???? So of course I ran into the cafeteria to remind the delivery guy to lock the gate, all the while blood was dripping from my finger. I headed over to Jennifer to show her my bloody finger. Of course she dropped everything to fix me up...she's the BEST!!! I didn't feel like waiting in emergency for ten hours, so I made an Urgent Care appointment with my "heath care" provider...a very well known HMO. I totally forgot where Urgent Care was, so I was a bit late for my appointment. I think I had to wait about 20 minutes in the waiting room, not bad. A medical assistant took my temperature and my blood pressure. She didn't tell me if I had an abnormal temperature or high blood pressure, so I assumed they were normal. She asked me if I smoked. I said no. I have enough bad habits. So the nurse comes over and asks me about my finger, if I take medication, blah blah blah, and she too asked me if I smoked...what's the deal with the smoking??? So I made a joke, "Wow, I didn't know you guys had smoking and nonsmoking exam rooms!" They didn't laugh. The nurse wasn't very pleasant. I think the medical assistant wasn't pleasant because she didn't want to piss off the unpleasant nurse. Anyway, I got in the exam room and waited for a couple minutes. The doctor came in looked at my finger and told me that I could get a stitch or not get a stitch, it was my choice. Wow! I get a choice. So I chose no stitch. He told the medical assistant to soak my finger in this blood red solution. Then another medical assistant came in. He showed the other medical assistant how to glue my wound and put all the bandages on. It was hilarious. It seemed I was in the middle of a Saturday Night Live skit. How many freakin' medical assistants does it take to put a band aide on my freakin' finger??? No offense to medical assistants...So then the nurse came back in to give me a tetnus shot...she barked at me to take off my shirt...I'm thinking, shouldn't we talk first? small talk? What's your sign? I got the shot. I put my shirt back on. Headed over to the pharmacy to get antibiotics. Left. The whole ordeal took about an hour and a half. Not bad. I could write a whole post about my wait in the pharmacy. I'll save that for another day...all I can say is, OH MY GOODNESS!