If you think you’ve had a frustrating day, read this! It will make you feel better. As I keep complaining, I have been sick for almost two weeks. I just cannot seem to shake it. Yesterday, I declared a slightly late “no pants day” and vowed not to leave my house. Miranda came over with her PS2 (I’ve been dying to play Bully) and we ordered pizza and played video games in our PJs.
About an hour into my happy relaxing fun time, Miranda turns to me and says, “what the hell is wrong with your eye?” It was a little sore but I didn’t think much of it. I went and looked at it only to find a bright red orb looking back at me. The whole eye was blood red. It really freaked me out. I decided to go to the walk-in clinic today and have it checked out. Anyone who knows me will know that I despise doctors, clinics, hospitals, etc. and that I have to really need to go before I will step foot in one.
Wishing to avoid the horrible walk-in at Queen and Spadina, I take the subway to the Albany Medical Centre. It is, and I kid you not, literally on fire. I don’t know quite what the odds of that happening are, but it is certainly a long shot. There were about thirty people standing outside and fire trucks blocking the Danforth. Someone from the clinic was standing at the door saying that the situation was under control and the facility would reopen within the hour. Unfazed, I think fine, I can amuse myself for an hour. I was near a Presse Internationale so I picked up a copy of yesterday’s Mail and went to the Second Cup for an hour. It was nice.
After leisurely finishing my coffee, I walk back (in the freezing snow) to the clinic. I’m not told that it is closed for the day. OK. Fine. I’ll go to the one at Bathurst and College. Oh! Wait! I’m there now, and they’re not open either! OK! FINE! I’ll go to Chamomile, I’ve been there before and they’re lovely. “I’m sorry ma’am, we don’t have a doctor in until APRIL. You’ll have to go to Queen and Spadina.” What? April? Queen and Spadina?
FINE. I go to Queen and Spadina where, after waiting for an hour, I am informed that I have pink-eye. What am I, twelve? I go to school in Degrassi and I have pink-eye. I am not a happy camper today. And I think I got sicker from even being in that disgusting clinic on Queen Street. After four hours, three subways, four streetcars and one bus, I was finally made it home. I was exceptionally grumpy, to say the least.
Someone somewhere is clearly pulling my strings today and having a good laugh. I can only hope that it’s worth it.
No strings pulling here, but how hilarious! I grinned through your whole story, ’cause I imagined it so well, then I just busted out laughing at the end. Great reading, Lindsay! Oh, and please do get well. I know a bunch of people that have been sick for a good couple of weeks all of a sudden. Glad I haven’t been one of them! Been bowling on this machine ’til 3:30 in the morning these last few nights, drinking home brewed beer and martinis. Great fun for any dark winter.
Get well!!
–dz
thanks deez, i’m glad it made you laugh. i think it’s funny too, one of those situations where you either start laughing or walk into a mcdonalds and start shooting, i think.