i hate when my co-workers are right
I sucked it up and went to the walk-in after both Simon and Steve harped at me this morning about how I should see a doctor. After 3 days, I guess it shouldn't still be oozing down my foot. Lesson learned: If it's still interesting after 3 days, see a doctor. So in I went, and got lectured:
Doctor, "this should have had stiches. Now it's infected. Why didn't you come in?"
Me, "umm, well I thought it would heal."
Doctor, "Look, this is completely infected. I'm going to have to clean this up." Menacing look.
Me, "ow, ow, ow- are those scissors?? ow."
Doctor, "you have a fever and you need antibiotics. Why didn't you come in earlier?"
Me, "um."
Doctor, "this is going to take a month to heal, because it should have had stiches. You should have come in. And this other foot- you need x-rays."
Me, *sigh*
Then, to top it all off, as I was hobbling from my car into work, a VW comes wheeling by, with Steve inside- He grins triumphantly at my bright white foot bandage and pills I'm carrying. The car doesn't even stop, and he yells, "I TOLD you- I TOLD YOU!!!" He is jabbing his finger at me. "HAHAHAhahahahaHAHAHAhaha!!!"
Bah.
I really really hate it when Steve's right.
