Hi-Speed Dr. Appointments!

Had my monthly trip to the Army Community Hospital today. I have to go in once a month for my B-12 shot. Its always a debate, is Anemia is really a big enough deal to bother with the trip. Sadly, there has been the occasion where the answer is NO.

You pull into the parking area, drive around for 20-30 minutes looking for not the perfect parking spot, but any parking spot. There you find one and you've driven around so long you don't care that its 10 freakin' miles from the door. But anywho...
so you get out, begin to put the baby in the stroller, and you realize, you forgot the stroller!

So then you pick up the 30lb bundle of joy and start the trek that I swear is completely uphill both ways! By the time you reach the door, you just hope the pit stains on your shirt aren't that obvious and the smell is kept to a minimum.

By that time, your little Angel (which by the way, so was Satan) wants to walk. After all, she's exhausted watching you struggle to get to the door. So she walks the last 30 feet to the waiting room, right after she stops to see the snack bar, spin in circles and wastes 10 min trying to decide if her shoes are on the right feet (trust me they aren't)

So we get to the waiting room, see what appears to be a mass panic to get to the check-in. Atleast 10 people in line for the one overworked clerk. A dozen sick kids coughing on you, and the one who always wants to touch you after wiping his nose on his hand. Then you look beyond the line and see HEAVEN. The clouds seem to have opened up and shined a ray of sunshine down on you! Its the AUTOMATED CHECK-IN SYSTEM.
I run to the first one...it has been unhooked.
I run to the second one...it has apparently been switched to short bus mode. You swipe your ID card, and it runs, and runs and runs. Then nothing.
So I get to machine #3...This one's not going to get me. I'm slick. Instead of swiping my ID card, I'm just gonna do it manually.
I enter my social security #. It pulls up my name. Then my address, I click check-in thinking I'm home free. Then I get "USER DOES NOT EXIST", message. Not, appointment doesn't exist, or incorrect information, but I am now being heckled by a computer.
At this point I feel like a meth addicted spider monkey trying to get the banana out of the box. So as I am about the break into tears, I hear someone standing behind me.
Oh good, this one works. Yes, its the same one I've been fighting with. I pull myself together and swipe my card. OH LORD HALLELUJAH, THE ANGELS ARE SINGING, THE MACHINE WORKED!
I am now checked in for my appointment! Now, with the help of the hi-speed computer systems, I can go to the back to have a sharp instrument plunged into my bicep.
Life is good!