The facility, about a 25-minute drive from my home, was
large. (It’s part of the Sutter conglomerate.) When I walked into the building
around 10:30 AM, the waiting room was filled with obviously sick
people—drooping heads, coughing, masks over faces. Three receptionists manned
the counter, which had a “Wait Here” sign in front of it. The receptionist told
me that the wait was at least an hour. She gave me a clipboard with four pieces
of paper for me to read, fill out, and sign. After about half an hour, I was
called in (oh boy!). Alas, I was only to be weighed and vital signs checked. I
protested: “I’m just getting some stitches out!!.” My blood pressure was high—no
surprise. The technician also checked my temperature, heart rate, and blood
oxygen and asked a bunch of routine questions.
An hour later, I finally saw the doctor, whom I liked. After
assuring him that my surgeon gave the OK for someone else to remove the
stitches, I lay on the table, and he made use of his special tools, light, and
magnifying glass to remove the stitches. He applied an ointment and bandages.
During all of this I asked him if this crowd was normal. He assured me that it
was—especially in flu season. Apparently, people are unable to get immediate
appointments with their primary care physicians, so their only recourse is
urgent care. By the time I’d arrived that morning, three people had been sent
to the emergency room.
I left feeling guilty for taking the spot of someone who was
really sick, and stupid for thinking that a simple procedure might actually be
simple.
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For an introduction to this blog, see I Just Say No; for a list of blog topics, click the Topics tab.
That's what Urgent care is for. I got more flack for going there for my heart, then to get a small amount of sutures out after a surgery I had out state. I found that the emergent, or "urgent" patient was supposed to go to the ER. Live and learn....
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