Rendezvous - I'll meet you at the walk in clinic!

So Rob woke up this morning worse than yesterday. My aunt generously picked us up and dropped us off at a walk in clinic before heading out to the rendezvous pancake breakfast.

We randomly picked a clinic on main street. I thought that, being saturday, and a clinic on main street that I would have time to jump off to the library for some books to keep me company this weekend. Well. The clinic was like 2 rooms. There was one doctor who was her own receptionist. We were the only ones there until some man brought in his cute baby daughter. We were in and out in less than 10 minutes, including new patient survey. It felt....weird. Like something about being made to wait lends credibility. The way more people will avoid an empty restaurant versus a half full one. 

Anyway, strep throat and antibiotics later, Rob is sleeping upstairs waiting for his chance to take another pill. I didn't get any library books and I am bored with the internet. Surely there is something for me to read on the internet? 

To conclude, a list:

Ways I have hurt myself only in Whitehorse

1. I sheared off a chunk of my finger on a window frame as I attacked an ice and snow buildup on our upstairs window sill with the stick end of a broom. 

2. I seem to have strained the front of my ankle walking. Like the part where the tongue of the shoe would go. I have never had a sore front-of-ankle before ever. 

3.  I got a gargantuan sliver in my palm from our downstairs banister. It was, no joke, 1 cm into my palm (not through and through, on an angle). Pulling it out didn't hurt but the sensation was disgusting. 

4. I bruised my butt sliding down the chute into town before I knew where the stairs were. 

5. Crushed my finger in the shopping cart return area, since you have to use a loonie to access the carts and push though a key system to get it back at the end.