It's Finally Over - I Hope

I was about 15 minutes late for my 8:45 appointment with Dr. Feelbetternow this morning, but it didn't matter - he was about 2 hours behind himself. Little Nursette and I sat in the waiting room /exam room making what was akward small talk for me. I'm not much of a conversationalist on a good day, much less when I don't feel well. Little Nursette was still just as cute and sweet as she can be, but eventually the waiting got on her nerves too. She had other business she needed to tend to.

(It was kinda funny that Nursette didn't see me come in the building, and called Mother to see if I'd left yet. Mother's got a great personality and she loves to talk, so I'm sure Nursette got an ear full. Anyway, I was sitting there in the waiting room and my cell phone rang - an unusual occurrence for me. A little voice said, "Ms amx?" Turns out she was at the other end of the huge waiting room.)

Finally Dr. Feelbetternow came in the exam room and released me back to work. Short and sweet, and I thanked him for taking care of me, etc. As we were leaving Nursette told me to call her if I had any recurring problems with my shoulder. I thought that was wonderful, because as I had already told her:

I'll never subject myself to this kind of ordeal again. This particular Comp carrier and it's Orthopedist labeled me as crook from the beginning. The Claims Adjuster tried to trick me into going back to work when I wasn't able - while they got the Panel together. The Claims Adjuster cheated me out of any kind of compensation during that time. Etc., Etc., Etc.

And so it's wonderful to know I can call Little Nursette and skip all that insult and humiliation.