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its been awhile.
i took the SAT this morning. I doubt that i did better than i did the last time, but who knows. Yesterday i got hit in the eye with a snowball. Direct hit. I dont think i'll ever be able to describe how much it hurt. Pain+the thought of going blind for over 5 hours isnt fun. Through my injury, i realized how much i hate doctors. The idea of an emergency room is completely inept when there is an acutal emergency. The reason why i was in ER was minor compared to others that may find themselves there, but it doesnt make any sense for the staff to hand you a clip board, have you take 10 minutes to fill it out, then have you wait 2 hours before any doctor can help you. Isnt it a doctors job to see you and tell you if youre going to live or not? As i sat there waiting, feeling like my eyeball was going to pop out of my head, my mom just jibber jabbered about random garbage, making it worse. Finally the nurse came out and got me, we went in the room and we waited ANOTHER 20 MINUTES for the doctor. WHAT THE HELL. The doctor looked at my eye, and sent me to the eye doctor at valley. God, we waited a half hour there, where she told me the good news that i only have 12 minor scratches on my eye ball and that it would feel better the next day. ONLY 12?!!?! Truly, it does feel better today, and im glad. She patched up my eye and made me look like a monster. I hate doctors.
i took the SAT this morning. I doubt that i did better than i did the last time, but who knows. Yesterday i got hit in the eye with a snowball. Direct hit. I dont think i'll ever be able to describe how much it hurt. Pain+the thought of going blind for over 5 hours isnt fun. Through my injury, i realized how much i hate doctors. The idea of an emergency room is completely inept when there is an acutal emergency. The reason why i was in ER was minor compared to others that may find themselves there, but it doesnt make any sense for the staff to hand you a clip board, have you take 10 minutes to fill it out, then have you wait 2 hours before any doctor can help you. Isnt it a doctors job to see you and tell you if youre going to live or not? As i sat there waiting, feeling like my eyeball was going to pop out of my head, my mom just jibber jabbered about random garbage, making it worse. Finally the nurse came out and got me, we went in the room and we waited ANOTHER 20 MINUTES for the doctor. WHAT THE HELL. The doctor looked at my eye, and sent me to the eye doctor at valley. God, we waited a half hour there, where she told me the good news that i only have 12 minor scratches on my eye ball and that it would feel better the next day. ONLY 12?!!?! Truly, it does feel better today, and im glad. She patched up my eye and made me look like a monster. I hate doctors.