Friday, September 23, 2005

Ever Try To See a Doctor in Winnipeg AND Try to Hold Down a Job At The Same Time?

Citrusboy has a painfully sore throat. Citrusboy wants to see a doctor. Also, citrusboy doesn't want to miss too many hours of work, as less absence equals more bonus, thus he would prefer to go after work.

Citrusboy calls a doctor that he's seen before. Citrusboy asks what time they accept their last patient. The answer is: twelve thirty. In the afternoon. Twelve thirty in the afternoon.

Citrusboy calls around to more clinics and gets more or less the same answer. At this point, Winnipeg Damsel's jaw has hit the floor. Where are we? Nunavut?

So the only place left to go is the one and only After Hours Clinic in Winnipeg. And, by the way, after hours means until 10 pm. We've been there once and only once. I was obviously desperate or possibly delirious, as in its spare time it substitutes for a meth and hep C clinic. And no, I wasn't there for some wayward heroin addiction gone wrong.

I tell citrusboy that unless he feels like death is imminent, I wouldn't bother going. I mean, sitting squeezed between a crackhead and a hooker was a once in a lifetime experience, and I'd like to keep it that way.

Citrusboy decides to wait. Thank gawd.

3 comments:

Winnipeg Damsel said...

Only a half hour lunch - not enough time.

New Homeowner said...

Are the wait times in the doctor's office as bad in Winnipeg as they are in Toronto?

Winnipeg Damsel said...

In clinics, yes.