During yesterday’s sailboat racing, Vivian hurt her shoulder – badly.
I didn’t want to go to an Emergency Room on a Sunday, especially since it’s not a “life-threatening injury.”
So we decided to go to Urgent Care.
THAT seems to be a much bigger challenge in LA than I thought:
The first one was CLOSED – even though Google insisted that it was open.
The second one didn’t do x-rays today since the technician didn’t show up for work. (YES, it is a gorgeous day, and the beach is calling!)
The third Urgent Care was SUPER busy and had a 3-hour wait time!
Finally: The fourth Urgent Care could see us within 30 minutes.
We waited patiently and finally saw the doctor.
She moved Vivian’s arm around, and based on the movement, she determined that it was NOT the rotator cuff (THANK GOD!).
It seems to be “just” a level 2 sprain.
So the doctor said: “I’ll give you a ‘magical shot’, and you will feel better.” – and left.
30 seconds later, the nurse appeared with a needle and asked: “Ready for your magical shot?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!“, I said, “Before you put anything in my daughter’s body, I want to know what this ‘magical shot’ is!”
The nurse said: “Oh, only the doctor can answer that.”
“Well, then let’s bring the doctor back.”, I said.
A couple of minutes later, the doctor appeared again and was slightly offended: “So you don’t want your magical shot?”
“Well, that depends on what’s in it!”, I said.
“Oh, that’s just something against the pain and an anti-inflammatory”, the doctor explained.
“Like Ibuprofen?”, I asked.
The doctor rolled her eyes: “Kinda. We like to call it a ‘magical shot.’ It will make your feel better.”
I asked Vivian, if she was in so much pain that she needed a “magical shot”, and she just replied: “I think I’ll pass.”
I asked the doctor: “Are there any alternatives to the shot?”
I could swear that she rolled her eyes again when she said: “Sure, you could take Ibuprofen. Are you sure you don’t want the shot? It will make you feel veeeeeeeeery goooooooood?”
I started to wonder how many “magical shots” our doctor had today, and we politely declined and got the heck out of there!
We went to the nearest CVS to pick up some Ibuprofen, and Vivian said: “Do you know what would make this magical?”
I asked surprised: “No, what?”
“Hershey’s”, she said and grinned from ear to ear, “It would make me feel veeeeeeeeery goooooooood?”
So we left CVS with a box of Ibuprofen and 2 Hershey’s bars.
(Stop judging! Daddy wants to feel veeeeeeeeery goooooooood, too! – LOL)