Cliff took me to CVS so I could get some antibiotics from the Minute Clinic. I was number five on the waiting list. Although there were two nurses, it seemed to take a long time waiting to see a nurse; but once I was in there, I realized why. They have to enter all your insurance information into the computer.
As the congenial nurse was doing all this, I said, "I'll bet you spend more time messing with insurance stuff than you do actually doctoring people."
"You're right," she said. "That's why I like my other jobs; I only work here on Friday mornings."
"So, do you work in a doctor's office the rest of the time?"
"I work at a doctor's office one day a week, and at the jail three days a week."
Anyhow, I told her I had a sinus infection. She took my blood pressure, listened to my lungs, looked at my throat and in my ears, asked me some questions, agreed with my diagnosis, and sent my prescription to our local Walmart via the Internet; she also told me to get some Mucinex.
Because I have Cliff's insurance and also Medicare plus, I didn't have to pay her anything. That's nice.
I think I'll live.