After she found the closest drop in clinic was closed, she went to the one in the next town over. She was able to just stroll right in to the doctor, who was struggling with their new computer system that caused them to type everything out in super-detail. She found out later that her idle chit chat was also being recorded into the report.
After ten minutes, she felt like she needed to bring up why she was there. "So...um...I'm pretty sure I have strep."
The doctor stared down over her glasses and without any hesitation said "I think you are a little old for strep."
She was taken aback, as she didn't realize that strep throat had an age limit. "Okay, well...I have it anyway I guess."
After another 10 minutes of typing away at her computer, the doctor finally told her to hop onto the exam table. She checked her pulse, her temperature (which was high) and then her ears. Finally she got around to asking her to open her mouth.
"Oh my......word! That's like, out of a textbook!" She exclaimed, taking a step back.
"Too old for strep, huh?"
"How are you even walking right now, functioning? That looks terrible!"
"I used to get these all the time, at least twice a year."
"Twice a--you need to speak to your regular doctor about surgery to get them taken out. That's just...that's crazy."
She ended up prescribing penicillin instead of a Z-Pak, she said it would burn everything out more quickly. "Your fever will most likely get worse tonight before it gets better in 24 hours. Buckle in!"
She was sick for an entire week following.
