My little guy was sick over the weekend. He had an ear infection. We took him to the local urgent care that's run by the local children's hospital, the hospital my husband and I used to work for several years ago.
My humble opinion is that you never know what you're going to get with urgent care doctors. My assumption is that residents work at urgent care to pay back their student loans. I can't think of any reason an established doctor with superb skills would be motivated to work at an urgent care.
My son's urgent care random doctor of the day was the chief of surgery (or maybe medicine, but I think surgery). It's been about five years since I stopped working there; my assumption is he's semi-retired now or maybe just slumming it in the urgent care for fun on a Sunday morning.
The incongruence of the best doctor the place has ever seen checking my little man's ears strikes me as being an absurd anomaly. It also struck me as hilarious that he was so low key about who he was and that no other patients would know they had the best doctor ever looking down their kids' throats. I wanted to peek my head in the room of the kid whose mom I chatted with in the waiting room. She was worried about whether they were going to give her child a good diagnosis in an urgent care. I wanted to tell her who he was and that she could trust whatever he said. But I didn't - I let him carry on with his disguise as a normal doctor. Obviously, that was what he wanted or he would be home doing anything else.
So once again, I didn't write much this past weekend. I planned to write more this morning but got a migraine last night at ten o'clock. One thing that helps my migraines is fatty beef - so despite my veganism, I ate a whopper. Like magic, my headache is gone this morning, so I'm going to write while I can. Forgive me if I don't get to everyone's posts this morning. Migraines affect my vision; if it comes back, I'm done for the day.