I looked in the mirror and thought to myself, damn!
An infected tooth.
I drove to the medical clinic.
“I need a prescription for antibiotics”, I said.
“Have you been here before?” she asked.
“No, I don’t see doctors as a rule,” I answered.
“Do you have a health card?” she asked.
“No, but my name should be in the system somewhere.”
“I can’t do that,” she replied.
“I’ll pay cash,” I offered, “It’s only a prescription.”
“I can’t do that.”
I went to a pharmacy and they couldn’t help me. “Are dog antibiotics the same as people antibiotics?” I asked.
She pulled out some pills, “I don’t know,” she said, “what color are they?”
“Same color as those,” I said.
Since I started taking antibiotics that was given for my dogs, I think the swelling is starting to go down.
That’s what happens when Big Brother controls medicine to the point it does.
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