Wed. 9-25-02

Brett says his tonsils are worse & he wants to go to the hospital. Hopefully he won't change his mind.

**** the hospital here. We got there a little before- well, got there around 12:00-12:15. They got his paper work done & we waited some more. Oh- & a doc gave him a throat culture. Anyway, finally a doc comes out & brings us back to a room. He looks at us & all our luggage like we don't belong there. He has me wait outside as he prepares to give Brett a throat culture. "Have you ever had one?" he asks.
"About 20 minutes ago," says Brett.
Then the doc's like "Oh". & he leaves the room & tells me, "Okay, you can go in now." & mumbles something like, "but it's crowded as it is," or "There's little room already." Or some ****. So I go in & there's plenty of ******* room. The next hour & a half- close to 2 hours actually, we're waiting. No one comes. Finally some doc steps up & says "yr in no hurry right? We're just gettin' bombed." We're like ah... So soon I go out & ask if they take people in the order they arrive, & I guess they don't. He says "A sore throat is pretty low on the list. Sorry." I wanted to spit in his ugly face. We're dealing w/more than a sore throat. Brett might need his tonsils out right away. But anyway- I just said thanx & go back in to Brett. We decide to leave & by this time it's 3:00 & we still have a bike ride ahead of us. I'm way too pissed to just leave w/out saying anything- so I walk back in & tell (w/ tears) the lady at the front desk that we waited for 2 hours w/out any help from anyone & that it's more than just a sore throat & is there a hospital in Bandon? 'Cause we're on bikes & that's our next stop.

Anyway- enough of that bull****. We stuffed ourselves at a Mexican restaraunt & biked to Sunset Bay State Park & we're campin' out. Brett got us some Red Hook ESB- 6 pack- & some Mezcal con Gusano 100% Agave (Monte Alban). We're CHILLIN!