So, I began my Sunday looking forward a nice leisurely day at the lake with my family, when only an…read morehour into it, my fiance's sweet, but not-so-bright pup (it's HIS dog, not mine) decided to fight like Mike Tyson with my sister's dog over her Wubby (squeak toy). As I pulled her off of the other dog, my hand unfortunately got caught in the crossfire and was punctured in a few places.
Not the worst injury I have ever had, but there was enough blood and lake water to warrant a stop in the weekend minor emergency clinic. Before I left for the clinic, my brother-in-law, cleaned up the cuts pretty well and sent me on my way.
I got to the Marble Falls Minor Emergency Clinic, and the place was packed. I guess lots of people hurt themselves at the lake. As I was trying to fill out paperwork, my hand started bleeding again, and the bathroom was occupied, so I asked the front desk girl for something to put over it, and it seemed like she was a little freaked out by it. Maybe she isn't working in the right place.
Judging by the other patients, I felt like I was the most beat up looking and should have been given preference in the clinic, but I guess that's not how it works. As I was sitting in the waiting room, trying to keep my hand from bleeding all over the couch, I saw a nurse talking to what appeared to be her neighbor discussing which route they take when going to evening walks. They finally got done with the conversation, and I was called back. I was quickly given a tetanus shot and they took down my medical history; then escorted to a clinic room. Where I waited . . .
and waited . . .
and waited . . .
and waited . . .
and waited . . .
. . . for over an hour. Thank God, I wasn't losing anymore blood, I could have been passed out on the floor for an hour and no one would have ever known.
I did like the doctor who helped me, he reminded me of Alan Arkin. He took a quick look at my hand, rinsed it off, told me my brother-in-law did a good job of bandaging it up, wrapped my hand in some dressing and sent me on my way with an anti-biotic. All for $140!?1?!?!?
When I left, there wasn't a soul left in the waiting room. I honestly think they forgot I was in there. The people were all really nice, but some sense of urgency would have been helpful.