An ear, and a Minute Clinic. Get the picture? (Sorry, I couldn't help it.) What I don't have a picture of is Luke sitting in the back seat crying because his ear hurt. He seemed fine when we got to school to pick him up, but the situation deteriorated rapidly in the car. We didn't make it to dinner or to the house. I called my dad from the car and asked him to look up the closest Minute Clinic (see, advertising does pay off sometimes!). Walked in, waited 15 minutes, were called back, and walked out 20 minutes later, and that included paperwork, H&P, and calling in the prescription to our regular pharmacy (you don't even have to get it filled at CVS to be seen!). The pediatrician's office would have involved waiting until first thing in the morning (it was 6 PM by this time), calling and getting a busy signal several times, getting whatever appointment they had available in the morning, and then having to wait 20-30 minutes after arriving. This was way better, quite frankly.
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