Dr. Cranquis' Mumbled Gripes

Ingredients:

1 20-something female with mildest case of acne ever

1 extremely-busy shift with wait-times averaging 45 minutes

Directions: 

1. Wake up with a single spot of acne on your face
2. Realize that you ran out of your acne medications a year ago
3. Call your dermatologist’s office, and find out that they won’t refill your meds anymore without a visit because you haven’t been there in 3 years, and the next appointment isn’t for 3 months
4. Decide you must have your acne meds today, or you will perish
5. Go to Urgent Care, see the massive line of sick people with coughs and sore throats, and decide this is the place for you, too
6. Wait an hour to see the doctor, simmering
7. Complain about the wait every 15 minutes, by opening the exam room door and sighing loudly into the hallway
8. Greet the doctor with your demand, “Look, just give me a refill on my acne meds, that’s all I need.”
9. Stare blankly at the doctor when he asks you for the names of those meds
10. Look suddenly excited as you start to describe the containers: “Well, one was in a white tube, with a green stripe… *blank stare from doctor* kind of a pale green, with yellow words?”
11. Resume looking like a powered-down android when doctor patiently asks you for the pharmacy you last used or the name of your dermatologist.
12. Discover a hidden reserve of anger when the doctor long-sufferingly asks you to go home, look up some (ANY!) information and call him with the details, and stomp out.
13. Call back the next day to complain to administration that the prescriptions were never sent to your pharmacy. You know, the prescriptions for the medications you never named, and the pharmacy you couldn’t remember.