I'd done the Dr. Scholls route... killed it... but it came back.
She explained ... wart = virus and you got nothing unless you sort things to fight a virus.
She nailed it with pin-point accurate liquid nitrogen q-tip jabs,
Told us to buy new sox,
And booked us for the next sunday... more q-tip goodness.
Next Sunday came and went with sick kids in the house.
No doctor visit... no q-tips.
Well Geo has been around the bend with his cold and asthma,
and this weird big pain in his gut. So I figure... Clinic.
And get the q-tip thing done while we're there.
At 12:05, I pack 'em up and we drive the 7 min drive over to the clinic.
At 12:14... she explains that there's no doc till after 1:00. We should come back later.
Sigh.
Drive home... and at 1:20, we head over again.
"oh hello again... shall I check you in?"
"Check me in?"
"Yes, put you on the list..."
"Yes please... for George."
"Okidoki... (checks watch, 1:30) so it will be about an hour.... do you want to go and come back?"
"gah!"
Drive home... at 2:30... we head over again.
... and then we wait.
... and wait.
... wait.
4:05... we're in.
4:10 ... we're done.
Doc checks out all the breathing, tummy, throat issues. He's got a cold and the tummy pain was prol'y the coughing and LOOK... the date on this ventalin (sp?) puffer is way out. No wonder it wasn't working. DOUBLE GAH!. So a new script for ventalin and flovent.
Then he checks the toe.
Holy shit.
Dude just blobs on the liquid nitro.
George is locked solid in a freeze frame of abject terror.
Toe... very sore...
Doc explains his actions... we'll see if this "decisive action" will, in fact, get the immune system fighting the virus.
Long - ass - clinic - experience.
Totally kills the afternoon.
Grrrr!
