Tom, Chapter 1 Part 2

Dang doctors. I called the WU office and left a nurse message, which they promised to return by the end of the day. A friend at work called the doc directly, but she was in the middle of something and just said she'd look at it later. I left another nurse message. And it's now 5:20 on a Friday afternoon. I don't want a miracle or even an appointment tomorrow. I'll settle for the month of March. At this point nobody is treating my husband. His cellulitis is very slowly getting better, but there's still this lung/ heart thing. How would the lady working at Casey's making $7 an hour with only half her teeth get medical things done? Oh wait, she goes to the ER and gets admitted. Maybe we'll try that...