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Originally Posted by varmint
Really depends.
A friend was driving down the 405 when he started having gastric symptoms identical to a heart attack. He looked over and saw a sign that said “king drew hospital next exit”. He floored it and drove another 15 minutes to cedar Sinai.
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Exactly where I was today getting one runaround after another and having made all the necessary appt's in advance. Apparently appt's are a general guideline and limiting factor for the individual doctor's offices. I fill out all the online forms ahead of the appts and they don't have any of it when I arrive.
Oh wait, someone in a back room somewhere has seen it but failed to log it so others can access it. I'm told to do it all over again on a clipboard in a waiting room trying my best to come down with COVID.
If it wasn't for a staph infection that has invaded my shoulder prothesis 20 months after the fact, I wouldn't be anywhere near this den of aggravation. Doctor's offices I've been to in the last 5 weeks have undressed the pus oozing wound with bare hands and touching the computer in the exam room seconds later.
I can't stand it. Way to go. No wonder there is staph everywhere. I won't even touch my self w/o washing my hands thoroughly and immediately.
And then there's that clipboard. No mags to read because of germ transfer but give me that GD clipboard just after some sickass has had in their lap for 10 minutes.
We are a long way from kicking COVID to the curb. I've seen a total of 5 docs in 5 weeks, 9 appts in all, on this and in one office no one wears a mask behind the window, only in the halls and exam rooms. How do I know where the fkuc they've been in the lsst 72 hours? Some leave the room gloves on and return with same gloves on. Great. I really just want to take a blow torch to the door handle. Not to mention the door handle to the waiting room, both to the inner and outside corridors.
Oh yeah, hand me that business card with your germs on it. I do keep a sanitizing tissue in one hand from the time I leave the car to the time I get back in where I do everything but throw my shirt out the window. I take it home and launder it.
We're fooking doomed.