Rose's Cantina

At exactly 2:45 a.m. last night, I sat bolt upright. I felt like I was delivering a baby out of my mouth; the pain was excruciating. Did you know that having natural childbirth is the equivalent on a pain scale to having your finger cut off with no anesthetic? I read that somewhere. That's how much pain I was in. No thanks to the little Asian junior kindergarten doctor I consulted yesterday morning, after waiting for three hours at a clinic after a droll receptionist had said chirpily, "forty-five minutes". Dr. No refused to give me any drugs, or antibiotics, for the wicked little ball which had formed on the side of my neck, a ball that was shooting arrows of acid up my neck and into my ear canal. "You have a virus," he said, slapping the laptop closed. "Wanna roll up your sleeve for the flu shot?" Which I did dutifully, for only the second time in my life. Why not? I thought. I'm here. The wicked pain was still there by the t...

I was in severe pain yesterday from an unidentified throat injury, so I decided to pay a visit to my local clinic, where I was refused treatment. The dumbass on the front desk -- who admitted to being a nubie -- told me my health card had expired. Immediately, I thought I had destroyed the wrong card, so I left the clinic, more than a little mad and embarrassed. I renewed my card last July along with my driver's license, but I hadn't used it, being adverse to medical intervention of any sort. I knew I received a new card, so spent about two hours scouring the house. Alas, no health card in sight. So I sat on my Ekornes chair with a glass of red to dull the throbbing pain and felt sorry for myself. Then I thought, wait a nanosecond! The picture on the health card is exactly the same as the one on my driver's license, so THEREFORE... I picked up the card and sure enough, it was my new, non-expired health card with the date 2015 on it. Should I have noticed this ...