Quick Trip To CityMD

Going to the hospital is not my thing. I’m not scared of them, I just feel like they are useless to me. Maybe that is slightly overdramatic, but if I need something, I am just asking my dad. Why waste people’s time when I could just dial up the D.A.W.G? I grew up not going to the hospital. If I was sick, it was a “stay home from school and rest,” not a “let’s go to the ER to get you checked out.” I avoid hospitals, urgent care, and my school’s health services as much as possible, but for some reason, people love to suggest it. I don’t trust them. I just trust my dad and maybe some of his friends. The one time I had to go to the emergency room was when I hurt my ankle playing basketball. Even then, my dad was working. He didn’t really take care of me, but he was there. The nurse almost took my temperature through my ass because of him! Going to the hospital bothers me, but unnecessarily going to the hospital pisses me off. This all brings me to yesterday. I was at work doing my thing. I was trying on a pair of loafers in the stock room. I wish I could demonstrate to you all the weird way I was balancing on one leg. I lost my balance (as I normally do), and my foot slid on a little metal slope. Again, hard to describe. I caught my foot on a rusty little screw that was popping out of the ground, like an idiot. When I went back to work, I jokingly told my boss in a way kind of like, “Oh haha, I am such an idiot—I cut my foot on a screw in the stock room haha.” Apparently, getting injured at work is a big deal. They don’t want you to sue them, so they are really nice to you and give you compensation of sorts. They got me on the phone with a company nurse, who advised me to go to urgent care to get things checked out and maybe get a tetanus shot. At first, I wanted to refuse and just go back to work. I texted my dad, and he thought I’d probably be fine, but it wasn’t a bad idea to get it looked at. My boss, who was very sweet and looking out for me, also said it couldn’t hurt. So, I swallowed my pride and walked to CityMD. In retrospect, it was the right thing to do, but in the moment, I was annoyed. I like being at work, and Sundays aren’t bad at all. My CityMD trip was pretty fast. I didn’t wait very long. Filling out paperwork was scary because I didn’t want to get anything wrong. They gave me so many insurance numbers, and I had to find my vaccine records. My mom just sent them to me, but I’m stupid. I ended up getting a tetanus shot, and they gave me a prescription for antibiotic pills. Hopefully, my foot doesn’t fall off. That would suck ass. I got to go home and watch The Players Championship as I rested. It ended up going to a Monday playoff finish that I watched in class. RORY! My lord and savior. My glorious king. I’d give my right foot to get him to sign my flag at The Masters! I would also give my left foot to see him get a green jacket, but I won’t get too ahead of myself (yet!). I was limping a little because the cut was right where I bear my weight. I felt like such a bitch having to go home, but I understand why. New experience, and I guess a lesson learned! This was a watered-down version of the story, but it hit the key parts! Happy Monday!