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“Just measure it rectally…” Those are the words that I heard as I sat on the exam table. But first, how did I get there? Well . . . I guess I picked up some germs or something, so is it allergies, a summer cold, or that respiratory something that’s going around? Not sure, but I have been feeling awful for the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting any better. I decided to leave the house and head for the drug store to see if there was any OTC medicine that would top the DayQuil/NyQuil and the cough drops. On my way there, I decided to stop and have something to eat – maybe that would make me feel better. Yes, it did insofar as my energy level, but I still had the body aches, I was congested, and my throat was sore. The Diet Coke felt good going down and so did the cup full of ice. As I was sitting in the restaurant, I looked across the parking lot and saw a walk-in “Urgent Care” center. Why not? Stop screwing around and go in there to see if they can help. I walked across the parking lot, soda-cup-with-ice in hand, and went into the place. Nobody there except a young man sitting at the walk-up window. I approached the window and noticed that he was dressed in scrubs and had a name tag on that said, “Shawn Blake, CMA”. He looked up at me and asked if he could help me. I told him why I was there and he looked over his almanbahis shoulder and then looked up at a clock on the wall. “We were kind of slow today so everybody took a lunch break. They’ll be back in about five minutes,” he said. “OK – I’ll just come back later,” I answered. “Well, it’s going to take a few minutes to do your paperwork and get you in the computer, why don’t you just do that and they’ll be back?” he suggested. That seemed like a good idea, so I took the paperwork from him and gave him my ID and insurance card, and I took a seat to fill out the paperwork. Not too bad, I still had some soda and a full cup of ice to keep my sore throat under control. As I was finishing the paperwork, a group of people came into the office. This was the staff – all female. So, they left the guy behind – girl’s lunch out! I looked up and saw Shawn standing at the counter talking to an older woman, also dressed in scrubs, and looking in my direction. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but I assumed that he was telling her about why I was here. That lady then called out my name and I stood up and approached the window. I had finished with the paperwork, she returned my ID and insurance card, and I handed her the clipboard. The door to the side of the office opened and Shawn was standing there. “Come with me and we’ll see what’s almanbahis yeni giriş going on,” he said. I followed him back into the hallway with exam rooms on either side. We stopped at a scale and he checked my height and weight and then back a few more rooms to “Exam Room 5”. “Have a seat on the edge of the exam table,” he said, as he turned toward the counter and reviewed what was on the clipboard. I was wondering what was going to happen. What was his role in all of this? “CMA, what does that mean?” I asked. “Certified Medical Assistant,” he answered. Then, he approached me, and he had a digital thermometer in his hand. “Open up – let’s get your temperature,” he said. So, I opened my mouth, standard drill, and he placed the thermometer under my tongue. There I sat with the thermometer in my mouth, a young and handsome CMA before me, and . . . . . . stupid me, the soda cup & ice still in my hands! “You probably won’t be needing that for a while,” Shawn said, and he took the cup from me and placed it on the counter. Just then, the thermometer beeped and Shawn took it from my mouth. He looked at it, I heard him kind of groan, and he wrote down the reading on the clipboard. He came back to me and used the light to look into my eyes, nose, and ears – and then the standard open up and say “aahh” drill. Pulse almanbahis giriş and blood pressure and, as he moved about the room, I noticed that he must work out – and the benefits of youth, too – but he had no trouble filling out the scrubs. He approached me with the stethoscope – listened to my back and then listened to my chest. Modern medicine, I guess – I didn’t have to remove my shirt nor did he go underneath. Almost as if on schedule, the door to Exam Room # 5 opened and in walked the doctor. Yes, in scrubs but the white coat and red lettering gave it away. She didn’t introduce herself, she just walked over to the counter, looked at the notes, and came over to me. The red lettering said “Patrice Bloom, M.D.” She took her hands and placed them on either side of my neck and felt around. She took the stethoscope from around her neck and did the same listen drill as Shawn. She walked over to the counter and got a tongue depressor from the drawer, so when she came back, I knew what to do. I did get a “Say Aahh” from her . . . Walking back to the counter, she took a pad from her pocket and wrote on it – this was a prescription. She put that on the counter and looked my way. “There’s something going around, not sure what it is. Use the prescription and Shawn is going to give you a ‘sinus cocktail’ and you’ll be fine . . .” and she reached for the door knob. Shawn interrupted her departure. “What about the temperature?” he asked. “Oh – just take it rectally,” she answered, but I noticed that she made quotation marks with her fingers when she said “rectally”.
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