"In the sick room, ten cents worth of human understanding equals ten dollars worth of medical science."

Ok. Ok. Ok. I understand that going to the doctor's office is never fun. It's virtually impossible to swing by on your lunch break to get some healing done - at least in a timely manner. 

This, I found out today, is especially true if you go see a "Doc in the Box". 

I found the closest location to my office, downloaded the appropriate forms (thinking that this would speed up the process). My boss told me not to wait and to go at 9 am.  So I did. 

I went to the closest "D in the B" I could find. Remember, with my pre-filled-out forms that I so smartly downloaded to save time. 

After I waited for twenty minutes, I was finally called back. After the woman that walked in at the exact same time and did NOT have her forms filled out, mind you. 

I explained to the nurse that my mom (who is not a doctor) had diagnosed me with a sinus infection and it felt like I had a vice grip on my head and my right ear hurts and my throat hurts and that I don't normally sound like a man, among other things. He took my vitals and left the room. 

ONE HOUR LATER....after I'd paced around the teeny tiny exam room, checked my phone, inspected every inch of the room...

The doctor comes in the room. 

To tell me that yep, I sure do have a sinus infection. 

Thanks doc. Thanks a whole lot. 

Then he left me in the room for another twenty minutes while he wrote my prescriptions. 

$120 later I have some antibiotics and some cough syrup. 

And that's WITH insurance. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. 

On a side note, have you ever felt like you're on a hidden camera show when you're in those tiny rooms?  I was sure I was going to find a camera in the ear checker thing. I didn't. 

I have ADD. Don't leave me in a room like that for an extended amount of time. Unless you plan on writing me a prescription for Ritalin.