sick of being sick

Getting to work with kids is a blessing, and so much fun, but there are consequences: germs! Woo Hoo!! I have been fighting SOMETHING for 2 weeks and decided today that it was time to get into the doctor...as many of you know my trips to the doctor are always funny...and this one got major giggles from me. I went to a walk in clinic this morning around 11:30am, thank goodness there wasn't a lot of people in there because usually the waiting room is filled with 20+ people all coughing and sneezing. So I was told by the receptionist that I hadn't been there since 2004 and needed to fill out all new paperwork because my files had been archived. I then wait another half an hour for some reason, and was taken back to get my weight and height. So, I'm still as much as I weighed like 5 years ago, and apparently I grew an inch in the last month, I asked the gal if she wanted me to put my hair down, and she said "no I can work around it". So, not only do I weigh the same, but I grew an inch! Rock on. I'm then led into the ridiculously small room while I then wait..and wait...and wait...and listen to the seductive sounds of "SMOOOOTH jazz, 89.5" and giggle at how un-sexy it was that I was coughing up who knows what. Finally the doctor comes in and wants to shake my hand, and I look at him and say "are you kidding?" he responds with "it washes off". I finally leave at 12:45pm with Rx in hand and $25 less in my checking account.