Riley and Avery

Okay, so we left the house at 8:30am in search of a doctor to treat Riley on a Sunday. The first one we went to didn't take our insurance and the second one didn't take our insurance either. Meanwhile it's blowing snow and freezing and I'm trekking my sick child all over town. Where do doctors get off thinking that they can refuse service to a sick child with "military" insurance in a town with two Air Force bases, an Army base, and the Air Force Academy? Didn't they take an oath or something? I can just imagine these doctors at come sort of cocktail/caviar party somewhere schmoozing to their prospective mistresses about how they became doctors because they really love helping people. Meanwhile Riley is in the waiting room literally choking on her own phlegm (better than choking on someone else's phlegm, I suppose) and the receptionist is trying to make me pay up front for what is probably sub-standard service anyway. All I can say to the two after-hours clinics that turned us away: plague on both your houses!! And when you get the plague, I hope that you can't find a doctor that will take your freakin' insurance! If I practiced Wicca or Santeria I would literally be trying to cast a plague on them. But I'll just sit here and think really hard about how satisfying that would be.

So we ended up at the Emergency Room, for what is clearly not an emergency, but I was forced into it. Turns out that Riley most likely has strep throat. So the doctor prescribed antibiotics and popsicles to keep her cool and hydrated and soothe her throat. The doctor was incredibly good with Riley and because of that she wasn't scared at all. So now we have her medicine and doctor-prescribed popsicles and are finally home at 1:30pm. So no school for Riley tomorrow and probably not Tuesday either, which means that she'll only get one more day of school before going to Maryland. I know that she won't be happy about that at all.