I really hate waiting.

I spent 4 hours last night at a medicentre. I got there right after work, so just after 5 pm, and didn't leave till after 9. 

I knew exactly why I was there, but describing would definitely be TMI.  Lets just say I know I needed antibiotics for a non contagious, yet still irritating issue.  I was right on my self diagnosis, and the Dr prescribed exactly what I thought he would.  I'll  be on antibiotics for the next 7 days, and because of the particular drug I'm on, drinking is a definite no-no.  This makes me very glad that Edson is over a week away, as I'll be off meds by then.

I don't understand why people bring their whole family to the medicentre with them.  I went by myself, taking up one chair in the waiting room, and being only one impatient individual.  Some of the patients there had themselves, their husbands, mothers, grandmothers and children with them. Granted, I don't know exactly who the sick member of the family was, but really, a medicentre trip doesn't need to involve that many bodies.

Anyways, I was up at 7 yesterday morning for work, and didn't make it home again till almost 11, as the pharmacy took their sweet time too.  Long day, and I was tired.  I'm feeling it today for sure.