Urgent Kizzle.

Had to go to Urgent Care today.  Must have picked up a bug during my weekend travels. 

I tried to call around to some doctors’ offices but they were all booked up.  AND I should have followed my normal protocol of judging a business based on their website (http://www.urgentcarehouston.com) but hey – it was the fever doing the thinking at this point!

This place was in the ghet-to.   And I was definitely the only one (besides the doctor, but you’ll hear about him in a minute) who spoke English.  I’m so grateful for AP Spanish IV.  I’m not complaining, I’m just saying. 

I hate being sick because it’s always so costly.  Though the good news is you don’t have to add tip to your co-pay!

The doctor looked like someone featured on an episode of To Catch a Predator and introduced himself as Stan.  So far?  Not feeling awesome about Urgent Care. 

He diagnosed me with an acute case of NYC Subway.  Just kidding…but seriously, I’m confident I picked up something disgusting down there.  I had a 101.5 fever and my lymph nodes felt like ping pong balls.  They gave me an injection of antibiotics and two prescriptions.  I then proceeded to FREAKING PASS OUT in the clinic and the worst part was that I broke my amazing Premier Designs necklace – the Runway one. BOO.

Luckily, Shane was able to salvage it – he’s so handy!

So now I’m home with some Jewish penicillin (aka chicken noodle soup) and orange juice – dinner of champions.